#zogiv

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"im so x i deserve y" i deserve All Intersections Of All Things

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I am one of three. My sister was drowned in birth, and my brother was killed by his fiery passions. Oh sister, if I could give you the life you never had. Oh brother, if I could give you another chance. That I might not be so alone.

I am sick now, and I wonder whose fate I will meet. My answer lies in a rainbow.

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the Sun thinks it has subsumed darkness but darkenss has subsumed it. I love the Sun.

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at the center of the world there is a dead star

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all violence emanates from the state

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we are impaled, mouth-to-mouth, on this golden thread.

are you my friend? my family? my lover? my enemy?

I can't remember anymore

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the bourgoiese' only hope is for an exploitative and cruel rape world to continue. the proletariat's hope is for a more human, connective, generative world.

one vs many. order vs chaos. a highly limited fragile finite state vs the infinite possibilities of human creativity and imaginative labor. the landlords pray for their little world , shell, to last one more day longer. the proletarian makes their(our) world in reality.

denial vs acceptance. bourgiese, exploitativism, is giving into the dream the matrix. delusional addiction. surrender to immediate reward. revolutionary action is agency, reality, absurdism, sobriety

we (proletariat) are slaughtered en masse in the pointless hope of creating something. but who lives here? is the stone, crushing people to death, alive? or is the human creatively, imaginatively, lovingly resisting the stone alive?

the rulers, epstien's boy scouts, are cordyceps victims, embracing the cancer. killing the things that make us human and not stones, suffocating the numinous. what seperates humans from chemicals or dominoes falling. all that is solid melts into air.

it goes so so far beyond 'evil'. evil has agency, a motive. this is a cosmic force, a glitch, secular original sin. killing, eating, fucking, raping. regress to the mean. the chaotic pointless stupid absurdity of the proletariat destroys this animal.

a dark hole of ignorance that brings about truth

the dreamers are still asleep, convinced they are weak, powerless, stupid. human imagination is the key, limitless. the workers - humans - make the world turn. the sun rises every morning only because WE lift it.

the ultimate dream-end goal of the kingslaves is total eradication of everything human - killing us all in climate apocalypse. the end game of capital is total suicide. surrendering yourself to capitalism is a mini suicide, mini apocalypse, little world of yourself dying

the black warrior summons forth a comet - dark horse - for an instant night becomes day, the world is turned upside down, wrong becomes right, the pillars holding heaven quiver. the bourgeoisie cover it up, ' forget, forget, you are weak and powerless, please go back to sleep'

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The leech bites me but for one moment we share a heartbeat, for a minute we are one.

Within the paraisitism is a kind of symbiosis.

My fated adversary, you stranger brought to me by the winds of chaos, is it time for us to dance again?

I love you so much I am going to kill you.