The Bruhgie Man

The absolute worst page on Tumblr.

[freesiadotcom]

*trying not to doxx myself* shoutout to that one thing in a place somewhere

[thebruhgieman]

Bozo just let everyone know they're on the material plane

[thebruhgieman]

Potateo peelers work fairly well on human skinn, but the squishiness does make it a bit more difficult

[thebruhgieman]

Iiiiiiiiii fucking hate poetry crude refinements and purposeless dialectics. Your images unbound by any clear connection fail to mean anything and I think it all fails to mean anything in the end. We stand atop a crumbling foundation above an endless void and I cannot bear to look through the cracks. Let me believe I can say something now oh I need to believe I'm laying some real foundation here.

You. Me. This thing we share is endless. Can I make any sense of it all, can these words do any good?. We only understand words through their relations, imagery through images, images through scenes, scenes through stories, and what then? What does it build to if anything?

I don't care right now anyway. Syntactic connections and synapses and daggers are all about the same thing to me. If understand eludes I'll beat some other poor horse into the ground. Auf Wiedersehen. Sayonara you weaboo shits. 分かりません ¡!‽№№™

[markovchaingang]

it's quite fascinating that tumblr's shitposting game is so strong considering how inhospitable the site's design is to jokes. anything short of writing "this is a shitpost not an actually held stance" in the post itself will inevitably net you a bunch of comments about how actually throwing a custard pie at someone's face is legally assault and that clown should be rotting in jail (rehabilitatively)

[thebruhgieman]

It helps when no one actually sees your posts

[thebruhgieman]

I need that pussy Mark Carnally

[thebruhgieman]

My spirit is trying to break free of my skin

[thebruhgieman]

Wine before oat, time to elope. Oats before wine, zzzzz bed tim

[thebruhgieman]

McDonalds employees should be able to execute annoying customers at the drive-through by pushing a big red button

[thebruhgieman]

I randomly delete posts every once in awhile because I like creating lost media

[thebruhgieman]

Every time someone on here is funnier than me I add them to my hit list

[threedollarsdotcom]

you have to stop trusting people and start eating dirt from your yard

[threedollarsdotcom]

you have to stop trusting people and start eating dirt from your yard

[thebruhgieman]

Know no name eman on wonk

The great mystery, The dark beyond dark,

The eternal reoccurrence, The door to all beginnings,

I know you now. To name is to know,

To know is to see, to see is to believe,

and to speak is to deceive.

The shaman’s cave goes deep.

Perhaps the darkness is our salvation.

Two eyes witness the way,

But the trees have been cut and the fruits trampled.

This labour leads only to destitution.

The snake rushes ahead and devours itself whole.

I carry with me a dangerous blade,

But they have already slit the throat of the prophet,

and so what cannot be washed will be cleansed by fire,

And every false light will be destroyed,

And the arsonists will revel in their creation.

And finally, in the passion of the end,

When the will is broken and the soul is strong,

And all that we have built is ashes,

Will I know your true name then?

[thebruhgieman]

Night-Train of Thought:

What is there to express,

In passion or in emptiness?

Can words be booked

Or are they all for play?

The dragon chases its tail.

The moon’s path is fixed.

The truest metaphor has no meaning.

Observance tells us,

From one there is two,

Or from none there is division,

Or from division there is fragmentation.

In the dualism of light and dark,

Light arises from darkness,

But there can be no dark without light.

Perhaps that is why it is said

The beginning is a dark beyond dark

Is it then, that the end, is a light beyond light?

Or a diminished light, fading back into the night?

Or then, if it is so, as it is, and never shall be,

Can it truly be called immortal?

Does the sea eventually return all things?

And where are we to return, if we have never left,

And always been where we are?

Is there anywhere left to go, any beginnings to begin?

Words chasing words chasing words chasing words,

Endless and forever and never to be,

But only to become.

I could make it easy; I could make it true.

Words do not reveal, they point.

I could point to it and leave it be,

But where would be the fun in that?

[thebruhgieman]

I'm Villainous like that Shawty got me on that divine eightfold path like I'm a wise hermit That bootyisattva driving me crazy godheaddamn Beating that shit like an ascetic and hung like the sword of damocles Popping zyns cause I'm the zen master Up in her dms like a serpent sssssssssss..

[thebruhgieman]

Call me a stoic cause I know where to stow this dick Getting oily in the pits like an ancient olympian Gengis Khan invited me to his palace but I was driven out for making too many contributions to the gene pool Vagabond cause I'm wandering these lands tryna bag a bomb bitch The Buddha showed me the four signs but I'd just done four lines and told him I had the cure They took me to fucking sub-saharan africa tryna change me but now I'm the reason zebras got white stripes What can I say, yacub made me to be a freak Went to agartha and penetrated the earth like how I penetrated a coconut that time I was stranded on a deserted island Up in there smelling that shit like the 5 pungent vegetables I don't care if I get reincarnated as a flea, I'll still get it on

[thebruhgieman]

I'm Villainous like that Shawty got me on that divine eightfold path like I'm a wise hermit That bootyisattva driving me crazy godheaddamn Beating that shit like an ascetic and hung like the sword of damocles Popping zyns cause I'm the zen master Up in her dms like a serpent sssssssssss..

[thebruhgieman]

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