Archive for May, 2014

The Extent

Posted in Uncategorized on May 31, 2014 by immorticon

It’s often a joke, turning a straight man gay, or dating a woman and she becomes a lesbian. You can imagine something must be horribly wrong to turn a straight man with a normal sex drive celibate. You fucked up so bad… the thought of intimacy alone is so painful it’s unbearable. My heart is shattered and there’s no going back. What I see in my future is the total hypocrisy I called out in you or loneliness on an existential level, but if there’s one thing I know for certain it’s that I will never do to another person what you did to me. Forever alone is all I can be, because you choose a class over an instance.

Truth Hurts

Posted in Uncategorized on May 31, 2014 by immorticon

The man who married his pride would be turned down by a woman who would swallow everything but her own to be with him. I would dramatically ask what this world has come to if it weren’t already clear. Human life is harvested with decades of fine-tuning and the utmost efficiency. The advice you receive is tuned to the maximum benefit of the giver and nothing more. It’s surprising how little sympathy you would have for the common man, for the masses, as if you haven’t given yourself to them. Life may be cumulative, but biology isn’t.

An Old Beginning, A New End

Posted in Uncategorized on May 8, 2014 by immorticon

It began a ritual of necessity and became a game of nobles. The commodity of life to be found suffering in surplus and only those self-sufficient to blame, those worthy of hell inheriting heaven before our very eyes. The only innocence on Earth is that which we create, everything else having been conquered and laid to waste. Good has lost, so very many times over. At the end of the day each life created fuels the machine another day. Mankind is its own gambling problem.

Life

Posted in Uncategorized on May 4, 2014 by immorticon

I now hate everything. I don’t want “help” that is bound by arbitrary stipulations any more than a person wants to choose between veritable castration or an arranged marriage (especially when I am already celibate both figuratively as in the analogy and literally). I am punished by being required to explicitly fulfill time-consuming and superfluous parameters for the existence of an abuser, so I live under the rule of two abusers.

Officer: “Hey, I don’t make the laws, I enforce them, tell it to the judge.”

Uh… the judge doesn’t make the laws either. In-fact, neither does the legislative system, they only choose which ones are implemented. Three abusers, no accountability.

Lately all that exists is pain or emptiness, but at least I have a choice between which one, right? Nope. Can’t even numb it anymore.  I want to see the world fucking burn.