Lately, all i can see are the glaring holes in the narratives people choose to declare online
Everyone has become a merchant of their own pain, a marketer of sloppy philosophy, an oliver twist begging for gruel.
The marxists scream about how marxism is the solution, the fake neuroscientists scream about how positive psychology and flow state optimization is the answer, the vegans scream that veganism will save us…
On and on and fucking on.
You gotta pay that rent hunniezzzzz
You gotta make that bread babezzzz
You gotta cut that line cuntyyyyy
You gotta chase that longing, get the bag, be the bestest rat off the titanic
Loop de loop de loo
Which cult are you backing today? Which weird little hill are you dying on?
Oh you poor unfortunate soul
Oh you rough beast
Which delicious bethlehem are you slouching towards today?
What monument of pain will you erect at any cost?
Whose throat will you slit
What indignity will you ignore
Which stupid myth will you embody
To prove how right you are
To perform your masturbation to a void
To claim your burning idol in the aftermath of dreams
?!
What hell am I so blithely, terrifyingly avoiding that I keep actualizing it within and without?! Woe is my lack of irony... Lord, have I forgotten play! Submission. Respect.
To perform masturbation to a void is my new favourite cult. 👻👹