Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a man called Robert Random. Robert was an everyday kind of guy, with a job in a factory, two nice dogs, a wife, one son and a car. He never anticipated his future because society had assured him 'All would be fine'. He rarely questioned the meaning of life, instead focusing more on soap operas, magazines and the occasional party. Oh yes, Robert's was a simple life until a sleepy truck driver (who also happened to be called Robert) took a wrong turn, smashing into Robert's car, throwing he and his dear wife out the front windscreen, on to the road and into the abyss. Robert and his family were now TANGOED.
It took 6 weeks for Robert to regain consciousness, only to be informed by the insensitive nurse that his wife was now maggot lunch. Moments later, Doctor Patel showed a deranged Robert why he would NEVER walk again. Where was he? what happened? who is that old man across from me?. Could this really happen to someone like me?!!
Robert just got a serious blast of realism. Robert met destiny. Robert was now struggling to survive, lied to by society, spat on by faith, dumped like a diseased dog, betrayed by his own denial of how dark existence will become, he sits in the bed, saliva dripping from the corner of his lips, wondering over and over and over -why?
Robert had forgotten that life, REAL LIFE will always brings a person to its knees. Securities like money, education and family are all waves, coming and going, fading, cold, salty. Now he sits in his hard hospital chair, smelly, dirty, fat and mentally deranged. He thinks about the days ahead and how darker they will be than now. He wants out, but there is no OUT, only IN. He craves help of any kind, but the only assistance he gets are more Prozac and Lithium from a doctor who hates himself. He will die soon, just like you...
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Today, I will remind myself not to believe in happiness. I will not smile, laugh or even breath joy or optimism. I will eat enough to get me through the day, hoping above all else that I die before those I love. Today, I will accept that it only gets worse from here. That fear has control over me. That I am Zero.
JFK - HOW UNFAIR IS THAT?
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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
- ZERO
- 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.