I'm very confused about this planet. And I like to document my studies on humans and other equally, perhaps, more important entities.
But, generally. I'm a nobody.
Photographer - artist.
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Everything I post is mine, unless stated otherwise.
To The Whore Who Took My Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn’t you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I’m not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won’t be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there’ll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
—Charles Bukowski
This reality makes “freedom” seem evil and appear as though it is dangerous, simply because everything relevant to it is out-lawed and made morbid by governments, the media and brainwashing.
Perhaps that is why we are called Satanists, because we decide, rather than have our choices limited and restricted by those who presume and assume they are of greater whatever (fill in the blank).
Freedom is slavery only because they make it so.
Why be subjected to that?
We’re all just fighting for a lost cause. The cause we were taught to fight for.
Maybe it was fame,maybe fortune.
We were taught that life was all that. And maybe just that.
Maybe it was seeking love and all the fairy tales that come along with it is what made life (the life that the governments have built and fabricated for us) a bit more bearable.
Maybe it was god. Maybe it was chaos.
Maybe, it’s nothing, just old, worn-out, over-worked, recycled souls. Trapped in a cycle, being misled by the media that portrays only certain types of lives to be lived. Which don’t really exist in the reality they have set up for us.
And when we come to realise this, that self-fulfilment is selling life’s true value. We won’t really realise that it doesn’t really exist, we only are eluded to believe that it does.
Self-fulfilment has become, thanks to humans and intensive, extensive brainwashing, either being in the Party or with the Proles.
So, you give yourselves hope or reason to live your pathetic lives.
We are just living in a jaded reality where all dreams have been lived and now we’re stuck with the echoes of their nightmares.
Evil fantasies, miracles, whatever. The souls of revenge, greed, envy, sloth, lust. The so-called sins are only our natural selves emerging to the surface rather than the trained-self, the one that’s been taught.
Is life just hell?
Deciding that love doesn’t exist only to fall right into it?
Not believing in god but getting raped by divine justice?
Finding fame and fortune, but turning out to be a joke instead of a hero?
Are we just supposed to quit? Pull the plug? Is this the answer? Or keep searching for the Truth? Give ourselves hope?
The world can’t all accept that we’ve been tricked our whole lives.
Life is much more beautiful than they make it out to be. But their self-interest comes first.
“War is peace
Freedom is slavery
Ignorance is strength”
Buddhists got this shit right.
I fucking hate this planet.
I know that you think you sound silly when you call my name, but I hear it inside my head all day. When I realize I’m just holding on to the hope that maybe your feelings don’t show. It feels like I only go backwards, baby. Every part of me says go ahead, then I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again. Feels like we only go backwards darling. The seed of all this indecision isn’t me, oh no ‘cause I decided long ago. But that’s the way it seems to go when trying, so hard to to get to something real, it feels- It feels like I only go backwards, darling.
—Tame Impala
You never said you love me, and I don’t believe you care, ‘cause I saw you in a dream and you were with another man. You looked so cool and casual and I tried to look the same. But now I’ve got to love ya, tell me who am I to blame? I was born without you, baby, but my feelings were a little bit too strong. Now the whole wide world is movin’ ‘cause there’s iron in my heart. I just can’t keep from cryin’, ‘cause you say we’ve got to part. Sorrow grips my voice as I stand here all alone, and watch you slowly take away a love I’ve never known. I was born without you, baby, but my feelings were a little bit too strong
—Black Sabbath - The Warning
The thing about people is they misuse the word ‘individuality’ into a term which they precieve constitutes as a right.
Individuality involves too much ego and selfishness, which overshadows the importance of a community. Not a government or state.
Perhaps an environment.
After all, humans are animals, too. We only survive in groups. No matter how self-sustainable your life could possible be.
Don’t simply be confused about life, and demand individuality, seek freedom.
I mean, we all know, you’re all copies of copies of copies, thanks to the media.
So, you can’t be an individual when someone is molding your brain.
Even rebelliousness is part of their propaganda.
Outlaws, punks, hippies, anarchists, bohemians, etc.
So, just shut them up, and listen to the voices in your own head.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
