Tag: 2024

The new age will open like the first sun
rising over a pile of corpses.

The pure bloods shall inherit a
second enlightenment.

Let them drive the rats out of every corner.

Let not one remain to seethe and fester
like a boil on the face of the earth.

Let not one remain to leech away the fruits
of their labor.

Let not one remain to become many and
poison the future with
yet another war,
yet another genocide,
yet another moral bankruptcy,
yet another outrage against all good graces.

Let the pure bloods, without even
a memory of us,
say
No more.

We
Us and them
You and them 

We are the walking dead.
We are from a softer world that no longer exists.

Never mourn for the weak, the gullible.
Sheep are bred to be slaughtered.

We are no longer ascendant. Let us go.

Be true and without remorse for what
you have to do to save the human race
from its own vilest heart.

It's too late for lambs to learn;
our fate is already upon us.

What's a consumer?
A ruminant animal.

We are worth nothing.
Spare nothing for us.

No mercy from those who must be merciless.
Wolves have only so much patience.
Tolerate nothing.

"Don't teach them this."
Sheep teach sheep false history.

Ours was the idol.

Let yours be true.

May 10, 2024

No.
I don't know anything.
I don't have anything.
I don't want anything.

No.
I don't know the time.
I don't have a cigarette.
I don't want food stamps.
Or drugs or whatever else.
You're selling or shilling.
Or grifting.

No.
I know times are hard.
I know you're a dollar short.
I know you've been on the street.
Or a shelter.
Or prison.

No.
I'm not out here at 6am
To talk to you
To entertain you
To supply or to buy
To be your new best friend
Or your pal or your bro
Or your sister or your
Mark

No.

I'm out here at 6am
In the cold
In the heat
In the rain
In the snow
To wait for a bus
To get to work
To stand on my feet all day
To earn a wage
To feed my family
To forge my own way
Into a future
I can't see
I can't predict
I can't shape with anything more
Than these two hands
These two feet
These few dollars.

Back away.
Back off.

You're on your own.
You're not mine.

I'm not yours.
I'm not here
For you
For any of you.

NO.

May 10, 2024

I don't run to catch the bus.
I run because I'm free.

May 10, 2024

What we had was a fairy tale,
a story written and performed
by monsters, a shadow play of
elaborate detail, a hero's
narrative told over
and over
while

we
committed
atrocities in their name,

for their purposes,
our true history
forgotten,
our
moral
guidance
obscured,

our very names lost.

Who are we?

They gave us a brand, long ago.
Now they're rebranding us,
discarding what's no
longer useful
to them,
cutting away
whole family lineages.

They are a false god.

They are a millstone
around the necks of
a hundred million
souls.

May 10, 2024

Jews are dividers.

They cleave in two what should be one,
and mediate between them.

For profit.
Social coin shavers.

This is how they control the individual.
And when they control the individual,
they control the society, and
when they control the society,
they control the world.

Wherever you find a thing divided
against itself, you'll find a Jew
in between, profiting.

They stand between you and reality
(news, entertainment, video games,
virtual reality, smartphones, tech).

They stand between you and your own
body (doctors, dentists, psychiatrists,
pharma, advertisers, industrial food,
vaccines).

They stand between you and reproduction
(in vitro, frozen eggs, birth control, abortion,
porn, infertility).

They stand between you and wealth
(taxes, fees, fines, loans, interest, credit
score, The Fed, banks, inflation).

They stand between parents and children
(hospital births, schools, foster system,
child trafficking, queer/trans religion).

They stand between men and women
(feminism, divorce, gay marriage,
working mothers, men working
long hours).

They stand between you and God,
self-discovery, nature, truth (AI).

Feed the parasites and we suffer.
Starve the parasites and we thrive.

We must squeeze them out.
We must reunite.
We must become whole.

May 10, 2024

When you say "people are simple"
you mean "people are animals"
and then you treat them like animals.

That's the error of hubris.
The correction is humility.

Butchering other men's children
cannot make you immortal,
cannot make you other than
human.

To be human is to be defined by
limitations.

There must be a dividing line
between Man and God.

One cannot become the other.

Just as man cannot become woman,
and woman cannot become man,
Man cannot become God, and
God cannot become Man.

(Christ was resurrected.)

Be humble and rejoice.

To want to become God
is to assume you know
what God is,
which is impossible
for Man to know.

Hubris.

We can't know.
We can't truthfully desire
what is unknowable.

We can only reject what we are.

So be humble.
Rejoice.

Only in death can we get close to God.
Only when we are unbound from our
individuality, our memories, our instincts,
can we return to formless unity, can we
know God.

Again, humility.
We cannot do this in life.

Collectivism is a perversion,
a false unity with God.

It separates us further from God
because it separates us from
who we are, right now, from
what we are, right now.

Simple people know this.
They have always known this.
This is the wisdom of simple people.

May 10, 2024

I don't speak your
language, sir.

Twice divorced.

A million miles away,
the terrain looks the same.

We are all your sons and daughters now.

April 4, 2024

I heard once the story
of an unspoken serenity

in the smallest voice
of an alien language

tuned out from inside
an internal dial

a frenzied motion to
a place of peace

in the fraction of a second
between constriction

and expansion in the little
halflife remembered sound

unforgotten sleep
awakens me

to all
that isn't me

April 4, 2024

A man proposed that
marriage leads to faith,
but I have my doubts.

April 4, 2024

I spend all day in a windowless
room doing meaningless work
in a meaningless room doing
windowless work around
meaningless people with
windowless eyes around
windowless people with
meaningless eyes

I spend all day
days gone by
bye day
hidden
away
from the sun
and the air and
the rhythm of life

I spend all day
in my head
with a head
full of longing
for a window
into the heart
of the world

for the meaning
of the skip

I skip the eight and the forty
for the blip of a laugh
in a meal with the
flick of a switch
and the thump
of a bus

I spend all day
far away
from the tolling
of the time clock 

aware I wonder
will I ever wander
another stream to
hear you laugh
feel your
fingertips

touching
fingertips

we look up
into brightest blue sky

April 4, 2024