Typing with the hand that bleeds
What lies beyond the back door
The backdoor is always the best way to enter. However, without the key, it's virtually impossible to enter as it's predominantly locked. So how to reach the paradise that lies beyond the back door without the key? Well, “we don't need the key, we'll break in". Ultimately, we don't know what the key looks like, however post-modern culture's got the population thinking that the key is money. Fuck that philosophy, fear nothing as there is nothing to fear. Our fears are merely insecurities that have manifested through the influence of post-modern culture. So fear nothing, regret nothing. If you don't expose yourself, nothing can be achieved. Love's a bitch and it's going to have to bite me in the ass some other time, because I'm over it.
Today, I remembered something that someone once told me. He said that I wasn't as special as I had envisioned myself to be. True as that may be, I just have to force myself into becoming something special. If your ambition is high and you find yourself lacking, don't lower the ambition, improve yourself and grow. It's time I got started...
Fuck it all
As far as I’m concerned there's no meaning to life. So why does society have to fabricate that there is one. There's no point in building all these empires, earning all that cash or acquire that perfect 'image’. In the end, we reach perfection when we die as nothing is perfect and it’s only when we die that we ascend towards nothingness, thus reaching perfection.
Nevertheless, many of us live our lives trying to be something, trying to acquire fame and fortune but if we were to think laterally instead of logically and looked at the bigger picture, we could see that perfection cannot be obtained while we are still alive. Instead, all we can do is try and minimize everything that we do so that we are closer to the state of nothingness as its possible.
Fuck post-modernism and embrace minimalism. That is, to devoid ourselves of anger, hate, vengeance and fear. Anger leads to hate which then gives birth to events that are unnecessary. Vengeance is also pointless, once revenge is fulfilled, an empty feeling is achieved that causes sadness, eventually transpiring into more unnecessary situations that could have been avoided. There is nothing to fear, it's all been manifested from the left path that society has chosen to take.
However, life itself is a contradiction. We are born into this world, yet we contribute to the destruction of it. Everywhere we look, everything we do is contradictory. We are all hypocrites, it’s just that some are ignorant and deny the truth. Life is but a dream, fuck it all.
Joyride
I dream of Sydney
The tap won't stop dripping. Like a drain clogged with pubic hair, nothing is going through. Instead, I'm filled to the top with feelings of anxiety and tiredness. The appetite and desire that I once had have all but disappeared. Cracks are beginning to show in my various relationships and I'm lost as to how to deal with them. Mediocre pieces of work have been churned out as the love is missing. How I dream to be back in Sydney, where I would be relaxing along Darling Harbour, feeding them greedy seagulls and eating Poffertjes. How I dream...
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