It follows you and becomes you and guides you and mows your lawn and plants its seed and drowns you with the same water that comes from dark matter, for which it’s responsible.

The inevitable covers the sun and forever is cold. Emptiness is a reality which can only be ignored verbally, but yours is mine, and his is hers, and it loops back within the black hole lacking forgiveness.

Climbing the rope with my mind, the hands physically turn the last page, the end of everything.

Or the beginning of nothing.

The blade proved only one good thing; pain & destruction are very real. A reminder of life, or being alive which is a considerably separate notion.

Remove the pain, remove the self. A favor to everyone (and no one.) Try as you may, you cannot kill an idea, but you should kill its body. Evolution makes it increasingly immune, like a virus, a dangerous threat to its own species and way of life. George Romero says we are the zombies, billions weakly standing by, mute, watching an immoral and unethical castration of a society performed by a stronger few, as if to say “me next! me next!” Or is it “me! me! me?”

Switching to vertical fears and accepting them. Bury & resurrect. The Phoenix never rose from the ashes but a rose grew from its grave. A black immortal rose, for the dark cloud is eternal.

This is not art.

Your life is your own doing. Life sucks? YOU made it suck.

You own your opinions, attitudes, feelings, and actions.

I’m tired of people who constantly whine and don’t DO! If there is a problem, stop complaining and fix it.

If you have time to bitch, then you are lacking imagination. Sorry. You don’t have a creative fucking bone in your body and you need to get a life. You need to get over yourself because you are NOT that important. Stop worrying about yourself and do something. Stop worrying about me. Stop worrying about everyone else. Do something, you fucking lazy boring waste of humanity. Take advantage of what little time you have left to enjoy your life experience, and stop ruining everyone else’s.

You need to hear that. Take heed, or get the fuck away from me and waste someone else’s time with your whining, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. Or they’ll join your parade and you can bitch together until one of you dies, then the other can bitch about how unfair life is, wouldn’t that would be wonderful? The one who died will be better off no longer having to deal with you.
To bitch is to burden. Shared knowledge is shared workload. To fix your fire is freedom’s desire.
Life is too short for me to give a shit what you think.

I’m so sick of whining, I’m sick of people making themselves sick from all the whining they do, I’m sick seeing myself whining right now!

I’m done.

Hope to see you all at that place, wherever it is, where I hope I’m doing stuff.

More doing stuff

Less drama

Please