Let's talk about the eighth deadly sin - hyper individualistic bigotry draped in language and dressed to become a religion Oh but you have to write about the hot topic, talk twice as potently about the hyped up series and music, you have to stroke and rub the politically aroused and erect, otherwise you are invalid, irrelevant. You want a job? Claim that AI is your daddy. You want clicks - talk about oppression and rage fucking bait. You want attention - perform the gender ro

Where are the wetlands, I am ready to drown It is a very dry land I felt it so strongly again. So dry that it seemed only tears could dampen it just right. Tears for it is torn already. The land has people. Do they cry? Yes they do and they do it plenty but the drought persists. Why? Because the people of the land are so selfish even about their tears. You would think they share it and well they do share it with each other but it is to remind each other that they are tearing

for ours is the kingdom, ours is the moment, we must flower into it, deliver us from the evils of restraint. What sin tempts you the most? The one you savor the most in your head, what does it taste like? How much does it want you and do you give in, maybe in your imagination if nowhere else? Do you let it stay? Have you allowed yourself to be fascinated by it? It is probably the most seductive thing ever but you act so righteous. You flirt with that sin’s soul so much more t

Omnes Eodem Cogimur. Omnes Veritas Ficta In the journey to understand further, the smallest questions become the deepest and most unfathomable ones. Something as simple as, ‘What now’ is such a scathing call for endless ponder. In order to confront and find headway to that question of the moment think with me in the context of, ‘Why do I need a what now?’. Time conditions me to start searching for the answer from the very bottom. The question the multitudes would have in rega

Creating equal opportunity, oppression, communism, anarchy, equality - what else would you use to justify it This seems rather petty, But it isn’t at all. Here’s how with an example Imagine a kid. He is growing up under stressful, painful and disturbing circumstances. Every night is fear. Every day is anxious anticipation of the night. Alcohol favored abuse, trauma flavored fight or flight state and tears - there has been so much of it, it seems unflavored to the kid. He hear

because i am too tired to make it matter to you. So i sit down, because even at the rock bottom, you can grab a stone or a rock and you can write on the ground. The greatest pieces of writing came out of concentration camps and in the certainty of the end. It is one thing to not have an almighty to change things. But there is also no principle, no philosophy, no awakening, no reality and yet i sit, hoping to write my mind away. There is a weariness that i cannot strip off my