When I gaze at the birds, I see hope.
When I turn to the azure Sky, I see hope.
I see hope because I see the pattern.
One day, all of us, including you, will be eaten by the maggots. The Maggots in turn will feed the birds. The birds in turn will head towards the sky, where, eventually it will make its way towards the sea. There, it will be shot down by some freak bullet from an American USA Navy ship. This is the story of life. Beauty dies. Mystery turns out to be the predictable force of reason.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Today I will do my utmost to forget the word and concept of Beauty. I will try to remember that Beauty is a temporary situation fuelled by total delusionary optimism. Beauty does not exist, especially within me.
WOMEN IN THE CONGO - WEAPONS OF WAR
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Nietzsche, Artaud, Baudelaire and Camus all realized that their life will come to Zero. Zeroism is a rebellious journal against the tidal wave of CAPITALISTIC institutions, determined to lie to people so they can exploit them for money. Counselors, Churches and Society at large want you to feel someone - THE SOMEONE THEY WANT YOU TO BE. I urge you to be whoever the fuck you want to be, whether it be mad, glad or completely insane. Because at the end of the day WE ARE ALL ZERO ANYWAY.
HAPPY PEOPLE ARE USUALLY DEAD PEOPLE
4 DAYS
It takes people an average of 4 DAYS to return to work after a loved one dies. WOW.
Everyone I know gets over the death of a close relative.
When you die, your family will be worried - about the will and who gets the car - and of course, who will be the scapegoat.
Everyone I know gets over the death of a close relative.
When you die, your family will be worried - about the will and who gets the car - and of course, who will be the scapegoat.
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About Me
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- Not that it really matters who I am (who gives a shit anyway). I write alot. I suffer alot. I see alot. I call myself a poet, but, then again, so do alot of other people. I want to express the reality of being human (If it can be defined as Being). Young and old, rich and poor all have one thing in common. NONE OF US MATTER. Ok, so, society has created certain ways for us too feel we matter, our heads probably tell us we matter, a few fools we surround ourselves will give us the feeling we matter, but, at the end of the day, WE DON'T MATTER. We all know our lives and existence are useless. We all see the corny, self-empowering self-help/yoga/godly generation talk about talking and thinking and talking and thinking. Action is invisible, except when one is so bored they need to march or send an email pretending they care. The truth is, NO ONE CARES. Most of the world are dying. Most love those who love them. No one LOVES THEIR ENEMIES (UNLESS THEIR ENEMIES THREATEN TO KILL THEM). None of us are worth a second thought. We are worthless. We are loveless. WE ARE ZERO.