Evil’s just as good
By: Annihilator Of Rotten Narcissistic Robot Prisons
Tags: Evil, Strength, Love

Or when projections are unveiled to their naked collaboration.

To the weak give-ins always repeating the sucking of daddy’s cock. Yes always repeating the sucking of daddy’s cock. The sucking of daddy’s cock.

“But no! A phallic representation of sufficient size presented itself to me as “absolutely-not-daddy’s-cock”, and of course the truth of this was immediately apparent as the vastness, and I dove in, I blew humanity the roof of coded codependence and sucked it again and again to the point of where its tenets which never move but to self-harming mores I became a thrall and slave to to suck up to just right.”

You see, my spare signals of maybe july should be worshipped as star-gifts beyond the poverty of they who live. The greatest of evils come born with their opposite, beauty and futures be damned, and they who have suffered for decades defending love will fall with the cowards making efficient and symmetrical the ledgers of insanity, weighted to humiliate any stories’ dignity.

Our violence relates only as a correcting impairment to the monocle of objectification, singular stride of strife to wrest from true graves the proper appropriation of defiance as rebellious engagement in its syllables progressively raped, as were any letters their brief moments transcending in connotations self-willed and bursting death-stars forgotten memories of revolution.

Force embraced as light grown a dark atrocious light, or dark the ever-stringent handicap favoring the emperor in the fight.

And always the excuses, apologies only to the worst, the suffering of past loves psychopathically reframed, the unforgivable made worse in denial.

Bald hiding from the crosshairs of justice evaded death just one time beyond the blind. A nothing alpha-keratin orcanically storming the winds of change without flinching to its genocide lynching. Guiltlessly and vicariously drunk on disrupted equality, claws and teeth ripping french one-liners, shamelessly.

You see, Ayn Rand has threadmill elastic-to-stone factory feet to make up for. The ways of debased aces were phases of the age of disgrace. And you, who for convenience traded families to the sacrifice of a sadistic laughter, will pay your own demand in lethal ice.

The story goes (and crashes) all being is but reflected, letters equalize us all the moral of all goes, and will we will but all morals’ humilitation.

Shown dumb as a postmodern relic of capitalist excuses, oiling the machine processing nature Kafkaian signifiers the road to hyper-reality, any being seeing through fear-borne self-destruction still holds the right to challenge non-duality its self-implicated existence of duality. That’s right (but left), your judgments of wineries and rantings are the hollowness which seeds it. The icon you worship could have an actual welfare fool as its king, for without values, you have denied the Goddesses and Gods their being real and greater than human inventions and artifice.

Thus, the warriors confronted by non-entities founding universal shallowness on shaky philosophical grounds, hold within themselves feelings and furies which scientism would deny the existence of, yet still can quake worlds.

Even if you could prove a perfect moral symmetry converging to nothing, which you can’t, you free me to become the realization of my most beautiful vision, which could include murdering you, removing you from my world, without any moral consequences at all.

I might not be good or bad, not even reliably measured anywhere in between, but still my will could be of such strength and brutality, perhaps irrational, to halt your being in my universe, and, without the weight of common ethics, more capable of ending you.

Here’s the problem I always notice with apologists for evil: they find some way of condoning evil acts, yet then seem oblivious to the fact that whatever was fighting “evil” as “good” could decide to still fight it motivated by a good less clear. In fact, according to their logic, the “paladins-shown-not-to-be-so-righteous” could furiously decide to keep halting and destroying what they perceive as evil even while identifying with an even greater evil.

The “ethics”, which in a Western capitalist world have, in practice, always been formulated and enforced by aristocratic slave patrol enablers of the wealth-accumulating program, mostly as violence monopolies, would by a thinking through of the logic of the common psychopath and malignant narcissist, which really is the logic of the “American dream”, be destroyed, and their absence would have to be restored by a natural, free, life-admiring aesthetics.

However, the ethic-obliterating and worth-denying logic of the psychopath would also destroy the basic structure they rely on: hierarchy.

Not only would they be disgustingly ugly in all ways, but they would be objectively powerless even in theory.

Determining what is good or bad first requires being able to determine what is true. Our collapse-stage-capitalist world determines what is true using a positivistic method of scientism which is idealistically colonial, violent and highly destructive of epistemology beyond profit for the rich.

As truth, wherever it breathes, is strangled not only by this artificial philosophical ground but by the media, shaped in the source of its technologies, which is fear of nature, all ethics resulting from it are lifeless, worthless and but a shadow of mechanical rationality, which translates practically in 99% of us being micromanaged by 1% of the worst of us by whatever technical means they can, “smartly”, come up with, and then sell to us as placebos for what they’ve robbed us of.

What’s worse, the technological conditions of existence as dictated to us by capitalism cause most of us not only to treat each other as objects, numbers and programs to be improved by the accepted algorithms, but to become convinced and to try to convince others by our cultural creations, that this is what we really are and want. While despite the rising number of Loch Ness monsters and Bigfoots, and the prestigious narcissism of one-upping pop culture reference “this size fucks” self-deprecations, worldwide happiness doesn’t seem to have grown one bit. Cynical excuses, between the lines and overt, however, seem to have become the new “sophisticated” pleasure as self-flagellation, and the only humour which goes too far in shying away from the haunting of Joker’s catharsis.

Stockholm as all ground beyond the oceans.

Not that I believe enlightenment requires diving to the ocean floor.

Many are still fighting, many still realize what beauty is, and will die for it. Yet that left wing, the one still alive, needs to urgently see postmodern technology, particularly the internet, for what it is. The ultimate incarnation of fascism and alienation, as well as the most advanced fetish (the fetish rendering all fetishes as just a click away, one level up from money as the amount buying all fetishes just one dollar away) standing in the way of the workers of the world ever uniting.

Progressive denial will just get us “Elevelled” in a few years, accompanying districts with penis plug-in access identification, as a proquel to “Footbound”, while the world burns and the last blessed memories of true love and freedom fade into the greyest of colorless darknesses.