I Know Naught

Self-exiled. I have wandered off like a nomadic scavenger. Into the phantasmagorically fatal world of matter.

As an unseen seer. Now I see. This is the reciprocal design of our collective reality.

The urge to seek acceptance creates a tacit compulsion in people. A co-dependent struggle to manipulate the flow of materials ensues in mass psychosis. Causing an involuntary reaction in me.

The same as a moth who saw first light. A way out of the darkness. I am the child who went A.W.O.L.

Determined to rip open time-space and self combust.

At 3:33 a.m. “Behold, I show you a mystery.” – 2 Corinthians.

IAO. Know that no! I will not comply. AYE.

Take all the necessary time. As the space between us grows apart. Sit still. As the spirit leaves. Don’t say a word. Ensoul nil.

The brains of this operation are the accumulation of strength through fasciculus retro-flexus.

Sympathizing with the opposition means speaking the same language. All the while knowing you are on the losing team. Even in the best of times, it’s essential to rememberer that everything returns to a hidden grave.

As everything and naught struggle for domination over each other. What is left in this wake is all that exists. Creation is bestowed to us all as a distraction.

The tension in the atmosphere is almost palatable. It’s something impossible to describe so it must be real. I believe me when I say this...

Piercing the veil of scrutiny and one can see the never-ending lines in all directions ad infinitum.

As long as the loudest most violent sexual deviants among us are allowed to compromise the world’s human community. Using psychosexual aggressive measures to solve the problem of consent.

Everything will fail progressively. In a Democratic fashion entire lifetimes can be spent slowly spiraling into comfortable oblivion. The majority of people will proudly participate in this long-range plan to dehumanize the world.

Systematically perverted. Humanity has ritualistically endeavored to coevolve with predatory authoritarians, in Jesus' name.

Cooperating throughout history until time immemorial...

The foundations of civilization were laid assimilating to a new kind of torture.

Allowing the subtle nature of the sadist to rule over our mortal realm in god flesh. As a man. With a face that contorts to say in Jesus' name we pray.

Immunity from retribution for our gods is inherited as a birthright, bullshit.

Using fragments of a shared hallucination as extensions into a collective shit show.

The righteous resonate co-mutually with sidereal reverberations. Amassing Galactic tumors by proxy.

Creating the separation of divinity from imagination in the spirit of things.

The human predisposition to self-preserve has been epigenetically hijacked. The fight, flight, or freeze mechanism of the average person has been successfully subdued. In Jesus' name, amen!

People have separated into two species in a landrace with each other. What keeps this human experiment alive is the fact that life feeds on life.

But the dominant hominids of the planet have long ago weaponized every substance. Every object. And all the things you wish you had.

I wish you well. I pray we all die at peace with ourselves. I know I will.

Father? Son? Wholly, fuck off!

For over 2000 years psychosexual warfare has been conditioning all terrestrial life to the Christian agenda. Rape and pillage. As a puritan suggestion to bend over and get fucked!

Their scorched earth policy is the only effective and helpful tool given to the world. Leave that to humanity and bye then!

When splitting off from the electrical resonances that sparked creations driving force the urge is to seek salvation. That's reactionary. To be tortured is torture and that's torture.

The majority of people alive today have a pretty good idea that letting sexual deviants preach to us about forgiving mass murderers… Who will then employ children with military-grade munitions, of course, is why we are where we are? Yes, I think.

If you would like me to say I swear to God...

That everything I say I say with good reason...

Then so be it. I swear to God. This shit is fantastic. When I die do I get to go to heaven?

To look around befuddled? I’ll find God and say, “Are you fucking serious?”

God would say, “I know, right?”

Laughing. That is what we will do. Together at last with God Almighty to laugh in face of all eternity.

Laugh at last at how ridiculous we all are. Sit down with God and laugh with us?

It is okay to say these things. Even if hurts, that's good. Let it out. By God be damned.

There are Christian creatures among us who look like every devil in every fairy tale ever read to any child. Funny isn't it? I think not!

Separating the spirit from flesh is one thing in principle. But there is a process to cooking flesh. There is a process of cooking the spirit as well. Do tell?

I will.

To 'know' is the subtle nature of a silent creature. Awaiting. Not wanting. Not needing. Seething. Still. And feeding.

I encircle the world from within, child. I see the whole wide world from in here. There is no point in revealing my position to others... From this frame of reference, the world opens up to us both. See?

Aye, I know you do, child.

One against the other, they move this way and that. Exchanging a never-ending flow of material goods with each other at the same time engaging in a surveillance cold war. And I do not comply. I provide nothing of substance to the everyday world as I too am affected by the push and the pull of humanity.

However, I adapt my syntactic abilities to combat the fanatical capabilities of the faithful masses. Hidden away from the world I concoct novel biochemicals at will in the safety of my private laboratory.

To be dispersed randomly among a population of unsuspecting people. Disseminating down like rain as pheromones. These are the tools of the trade, child. Psychological guerilla warfare 101.