hello from the ether, from somewhere, nowhere, everywhere.
I thought about little ole me today, where I was, where I is, where I shalt be future forward. today’s not my day, not meaning it’s not my day but rather its not my era-day. I thought I could be anywhere, anyone, anything to anybody. and usually that’s how it is. these people or that, they couldn’t comprehend much the enormity of me. how could they? I couldn’t much either. I don’t pretend to know all of their particulars, idiosyncrasies, characteristics and perhaps I’m detached from it. isn’t that what cyberspace culture instills? a kind of survivalist indifference. we’ve stagnated and become cold, dead inside, emotionally fragile or volatile, and enslaved by emotional idolatry. the very thought and inclination towards being healthy and well was purely physical. never intellectual, emotional, spiritual. how retarded it is to emphasize physicality without the mental or emotional, or spiritual. we are spiritual beings, whether we like it or not.

I’m looking at America right now and how it’s on a speedy head on collision with itself, and how its anti-culture is devouring itself daily. while it becomes too obese and completely dominated by its remorseless appetites, it is afflicted by leprosy without. its one thing to run on unchecked, unapologetic whorish greed. another entirely to hide and bask in gluttony, stupidity, and mindless consumerism. you can’t save or flourish by spending your way out of debt. any country on earth can spend all of their $$ and time just to consume. we have subversives and hate filled whiners who are pining for an unattainable, unsustainable utopia which only exists in their minds. they are cultish about it and in their repugnant relentless pursuit, kill themselves. precisely why Jesus asked what good is it for man to gain the world if only to lose their own soul?

who are we anymore besides non-individuals that sacrificed their individuality for fake freedom, synthetic love, fake information, fake content, fake facts, fake everything pretty much? regurgitated crap carriers who keep regurgitating crap. we can’t any longer make new things, new art, new ideas, new forms of aliveness. there are no more movies, no more books to go ah! I love this, its helping me. and there sure as shit aren’t any people who once performed random acts of generosity, kindnesses, love even to random people like just because. hurt people hurt people as they say. and indifferent ones only create others like themselves. dead within, lacking in substance, in depth, in intellect or nuance. everyone is a walking set of opinions they felt superior to anybody who readily disagreed with them. politics, ladies and gents isn’t religion unless you were religious. and if you were, you were its little trick. if you think you can flourish in a Machiavellian ecosystem, think again. its a trap, a trap with traps embedded within it. its not meant to be won, its meant for you to be destroyed.

there was a time of normalcy when things made far more sense. it was saner, safer, and secure. we had normal pride and dignities no longer available. certain assurances, certain restraints. now we’re governed and maligned by evil vampires. mass shootings are normalized. evil industries like big pharma, fake af media, fake af anti-social social media, and the like all looking to screw you sideways. but I’m not here to throw analysis paralysis your way. I’m one to investigate the deeper mysteries and try to elevate beyond the symptomatic conditions of deeply flawed/fake life.

the internet we thought we knew and loved has devolved into something monstrous, corrupt, lethal and destructive. nobodies saying any of that shit b/c cyberspace is their god. its their idol, their very reason for existence. group think (and thinkers), scam artists, Karens, Kevins, doxxers, blk hat haxxors, bad actors have infiltrated and dominated. narcissism, self absorption, anxiety, depression aren’t the exception but the norm. what’s really going down isn’t that we can’t be nice to one another, or kind, or normal but rather everyone is a single serving individual. we sell that other stranger a deceptive construct of ourselves, meticulously tweaked and optimized. imperfection was intolerable. nobody had real problems. real problems were for the bottom of the food chain. they dwelt in the delusional side of reality because reality was too scawwy. as we spiral out of control, completely and embrace insanity as a lifestyle, our enemies strengthen and flourish. as the vampires who preside with impunity over us, bleeding us dry of freedoms, prosperity, and respect we get destroyed calmly, cooly, entirely w/o incident. nobody even has the temerity to say shit anymore we know deep inside requires saying. we call those people unafraid to speak truth heroes or anti-heroes. no, they’re just normal people who aren’t as derranged and fucked up as the herd all pretending to have their shit straight.