January 10, 2022

Demonic Obsession

All of us have demons, basically. The kind that tell us that we're worthier, more valuable, more deserving, more deserving or more deserving of something, whatever that thing is. Supposing you're suffering from a compulsive need to gouge your own eyes out. Out of the countless ways in which you could be validating this need, perhaps the most obvious is by giving it vent. By telling yourself that what you're doing to yourself is wrong, but you must nevertheless do it because it's the only way to 'look good', so you must atone for it by destroying your eyesight.

But such self-justification ignores an important aspect of the compulsiveness problem. That destructive action is part of a pattern. It's an essential aspect of the compulsion. The destructive action itself, however senseless, barbaric, immoral or utterly repulsive, does not HAPPEN to be your only destructive action. The world is a prison. People are subject to its perpetuation.

November 8, 2021

All Railroad Cars Are Rusty, Cracked, And Leaking

The smell of oil is omnipresent. Bodies of old men and women and children covered in tattered sheets lay around on the railroad tracks. They occasionally walk out in front of your train. Occasionally a child has been killed and thrown from the train by a drunk passenger.

Sometimes you see people on both sides of the tracks. After viewing your last movie, you'll want to get to your room as soon as possible, so you don't have to be around them for the next two hours. The other residents of the hospital, all of whom appear to be physically and/or mentally handicapped, want nothing more than to help you, but they're helpless.

You'll still need to find them and kill them, and when you do it, you'll feel awful about what you have done. Then you'll ask yourself how you got here, and you'll weep.

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November 1, 2021

Facial Growth Into Creature Form

Facial growth into creature form and assuming the form of a gigantic, troglodyte, with serpentine limbs and feet, and a lustrous white maw that glows with an iridescent green light. This monstrous being has the power to turn all those it sees into helpless animals, and to give these helpless forms a body and mind of their own, one that follows its own rigid pattern of good and evil, power and courage, truth and falsehood, and all the other dichotomies of the spectrum.

And it desires none of this to be otherwise. For this it is the Destroyer, the lord of Hell, and the ruler of all creation in the name of chaos and disorder. Man is doomed. Man is a failure. Man is a sinner's pit. Man is a madman's nightmare. Man is an empty shell of a being, a shattered thing that has lived only to destroy, and now finds itself the true possessor of all that has been destroyed.

October 24, 2021

Despite The Brilliance Of The Illusion

Despite the fact that all the pieces are put together, despite the presence of an outside agent with a devious mind who is in control of the stages, despite the apparent harmony, we are deceived.

Despite the flawless control of the motion pictures, the illusion of a devious mind behind the scenes, the intense concentration on the images and the complete lack of spontaneous movement, which we are led to believe exists - superficially - - in all of us, there is no reality to which we can put our lives. The physical reality is a mental image - a predominantly negative one.

If we are to attain true detachment, there must be a way out of the body. So we must look for a way out of the mind, which is identified with the body. We must look for a way out of death, which is identified with the body. We must look for a way out of the conflict of the mind, which is identified with the body.

We must find a way out.

October 24, 2021

The Blood Of Humanity

The blood of humanity is the life of the Devil. And the Devil feeds on the blood of humanity, and to fulfill his demands, he must have human kind alive within him.

Humanity is a frail thing, a frail creation; a frail shell, thrown together from the rotten fragments of a collapsed world. Like a feather caught in the wind, it struggles to break free but cannot, it is too heavy, too heavy in the mind to drag itself free. And the Devil has his people, as it were his steeds, and his fine limping animals, who run amok in the streets of human cities, keeping watch over their frail little bodies. And the Devil feeds upon the weak and the inverted, for these are his strong and the stronger he is the more easily he can suck the weak and the inverted into the mire of sickness and corruption.

And the Devil feeds upon the innocent, so that the innocent, with their ignorance and their protestations of innocence, will gladly submit to the might of the mighty and dominant presence of the Divine Will. And humanity is sick and corrupt and the Devil serves its sick and corrupt body. And the Devil is their master and they serve him and worship him and play the game of his game with him. And humanity suffers because it has toyed with the might of the Gods and allowed its weak and inverted body to be seduced by the machinations of the cunning and the unscrupulous.

And humanity becomes the footstool of Doom beside which sits the shining throne of Lucifer, the Lord of Doom. And the Devil rules the world in the likeness of a gigantic, faceless, all-seeing eye that watches from above and beholds all. And the Devil is all-powerful and all-knowing and his every move is known and made known. And humanity is capricious, blind and stupid; a creation of the Devil whose only function is to serve the interests of humanity at all costs. And humanity sees the Devil and runs away in terror.

All is still and doom follows doom.

October 24, 2021

The Chirping Of A Cicada

The howl of a maggot, the soft whirring of a miniature machine, the chattering of a code, the clanking of a heavy door, the echoing of a cackle and the clicking of gears.

Then there is the soft purring of a cat, the crawling of a were- wolf, the howling of a lion, the howling of a monstrous ogres, the howling of a demolished city, or the screeching of a chamber made impenetrable by iron bars. In harmonic order these sounds are as far from death to life as are from life to death.

They move at the speed of thought, and yet they are timeless. They move at the dawn of creation, and yet they are eternal. In addition to these vast and complex structures of sounds, there are simple and often agonizingly simple sounds. A cat purrs, and then suddenly stops purring, and clatters on the floor aggressively.

A horse neighs, and then stops neighing, and shifts its weight from one foot to the other, as though it is about to charge. A flock of magpies scatters, then stands still, as though expecting to be protected. A swarm of centipedes scatters, then stands still again, as though expecting to be enveloped. A madman sits looking intently at a blank screen.

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