Monday, July 28, 2025

No fucks given day

 




I

Then the government is hashtag concerned;

how to protect the children and terrorists fight.

I don't give a fuck, they can't even heard,

how much spending Pentagon wasted, FED

is unhinged, cannot do its job, but red tapes gaslights!

Then they try to do the IRS job, don't believe tights;

they don't know, what year it is 1984 or Kernel.



II

Then moral zealots worry about your soul;

not being able to get passed their snub wars.

Give each day its own, and let it blow;

do what you always did, and show –

where shall be a “No fucks given day” ours;

to take back, what the Government scours

for granted. We decide, what gets the dough!



III

When Corporate thinks, they rule the World;

think like Luther King, choose a different bus.

United we gamers and otaku be sworn –

never give up on your drive and scorn.

What you fight for is what you get thus;

those, who relent, shall be in the bin tossed.

Believe in Yourself, onwards for the Sword!

Beyond Nihilism

 


Agent Smith Was Always Right - He Did Nothing Wrong! | MATRIX EXPLAINED

Cypher Was Always Right | MATRIX EXPLAINED

What Neo Discovered About the Origin of Illusion

My Journey Through The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (reupload)

LEGEND OF KORRA amv Shatter Me

Avatar Korra/AMV/The Phoenix

Avatar The Legend Of Korra AMV- Everything

Korra's Journey || Dark Matter || - Legend of Korra AMV

The Legend Of Korra Song | Let The Wind Show The Way ft. Juliette Reilly



The problem with people these days is, that way have bought the lie, what Post Modernism proposed, that there are no more values and that we can question and create everything. For that is only partially true. Most people are neither capable nor ready to live on tabula rasa. Nietzsche tried to warn us, that in order to survive the nihilistic tendencies of society, which wants to dilute our root-beer until its only good to wash the tank it was held. Or in more Christian terms, then the salt lost its bite.

One way, how people try to defeat the system, is to create new identities, which was also true for the Directors or Matix trilogy – and I shall refer to it as such, no matter how much more content is being added to it, because the cast has lost their happy thought, they started it all, and in such are no longer in control of the narrative, but their corporate handlers, which makes a twisted irony inside the show. Trying to cast all the cis white males out of the Matrix fandom, has cast the show itself into the depths of Abyss. For you can't escape nihilism, by simply declaring, that your vision is superior. That kind of thing, dost work anymore, after God has been declared Dead, as through the surmises of Nietzsche in “Thus spoke Zarathustra”

How does more censorship and control compel people to believe, that you are against a system, what corrupts and washes away your colours, denying you freedom?

To the same extent, as with the directors of Matrix and their transition story, there is also the problem of VISA/Mastercard and Collective Shout doxxing people out of their preferred private hobbies and creative work sometimes. Because oh no, its too sensual or erotic in nature. Too frivolous to let young adults do that, because what if a child was present. Its dost matter, whether collective shout is a ultra feminist or ultra religious entity, for the matter in front of Post Modernism and Nihilism would remain the same. They would still be like Agent Smith; Mouse; Cipher and Morpheus in one person. I will leave Neo out of the equation, because he being the protagonist needs to do the Mary Sue thing anyway, and has not much to tell in the aspects of Nihilism, for he overcame it. The problem with these entities hating on anime; manga and video games containing anything masculine and frivolous, is because they don't believe in themselves as a person created by God, who has a inner purpose or mission to uphold. And in this cynical state, they can't help but have to destroy everything, just to feel better, that they wont suffer alone. Because suffering is the only constant, what exists for them.

When you move from religion towards atheism or science as people like to think at it, you don't open something up for yourself but close something down. You no longer can rely on the supporting structure, what Religion previously held true for you. It may be compelling for you, to think: “good riddance!” but what does it really mean, then you don't believe, there is no life after this one or somebody waiting for you. You just want to be in control, where everything can be verified or falsified. But what if the anthropic principle doesn't help you out, because you don't want to constantly think, what your life is constituted upon. Most people just wanna live their lives and be left alone. How do you do that without values and the safety of somebody, who monitors it, lest somebody gets more, than he deserves.

That's why we have to constantly suffer under the despotism of entities like collective shout or VISA/Mastercard. For we don't want to take action. Let somebody else do it, like Homer Simpson telling the barkeeper about paying his tab and he taking his shotgun out. Eventually everybody has to answer the call of the Abyss and tell himself, if he doesn't want to believe in God. Why do I exist and what drives me?

What do I leave to the next generation, when I'm done? People are afraid of the Haruhi Suzumiya type, because just like Neo in the Matrix, they don't add up. They are like anomalies in the coding, where you cannot fathom the depth of their inner calm and joy. You might gaslight or ligtningrod, as Sören Kierkegaard put it, into stoicism or with some other convenient label. But what you really are doing, is denying access to your core, so you wouldn't have to face the reality, that you don't really exist. That there are people, who genuinely cruise through their lives, having fun. And that makes the corporately dead people gnash their tooth. How dare they not feel the Weltschmertz; Zeitgeist; Pathos; Avant-Garde and Decadence; Sturm und Drang – all what inevitably drives us towards the end of all History, as one famous filosopher put it, showing off his own shortcoming. That the Western thought is hyperventilating on meaning itself. Too many people have thought and written so much, that people cant handle its gravity any more. The only solution, like Nietzsche proposed, was Buddhist thought contemplation or deep prayer in Christian contemplation. When you forget about your Ego, which does most of the Existential crises, what Collective Shout and VISA/Mastercard are suffering under. Or like in the Shining: “All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy!” People have taken their work and faith or political alignment so seriously, that it has become a thing in of itself, just like in Israel the issue about the sanctity of Sabbath day and the arteficial proposition: “If a leaf falls on your shoulder on Sabbath day, what should you do? – You cannot remove it, because that is work; you cannot leave it there, because carrying it around is also work. You cannot remain there with the leaf, because you have to finish your journey to the temple or to home!”

Many people, who are against ecchi or hentai in games, err against this principle, because they don't know, what to do with the leaf on their shoulder. The only remedy, I can think of is laughter, and memeing the shit out of this situation. Or like in another movie Holy Man 1998 where Eddie Murphy starred as the main protagonist. Its original was much better, but you can't send anything to Uzza unless you rebrand it with local cast. In there the Holy Man cured most conflicts with hugs or funny ways, how to get people out of their perceived important life choices.

In a way Jesus did the same thing, when He came into this world and gave the Sermon of the Mount, which you could even follow up as an atheist, provided you're true to yourself. How to cut the shackles of oppression what we have bound ourself with, calling it Justice; or Law; or Order or something else, forgetting the Mercy in just escaping the reality and enjoying the moment.

When was the last time, you truly touched grass, and I don't mean in a physical sense. What if grass no longer existed, and you're living in a dystopian world, where just as in the Matrix, you can only eat artificial goo. How do you touch grass then? The Zen Buddhist referred to it as: How does the tree fall, when nobody is there to see it?” or “the sound of the clap of one hand!” When where you truly alive, enjoying every moment of it? Is your life at your work fulfilling you, or are you just flipping burgers, as they say. It has no meaning, what you say nor do, because its just an empty simulation to you, where you show little to no agency in.

Today is the day to change all that, and rip the cord, you're feeling yourself being strapped to your corporate entity. I also linked some AMV's about Korras life, I felt where relevant to shut out from this illusory world and reattach to your inner child. For there is no spoon and you decide, what your glass ceiling is and what you can do with your Life. Don't do it, because religion comelled you, or movement, or some regulation. Do if for Yourself. And that leads you past Nihilism, when you stop worrying like Descartes, “Cogito, Ergo sum!” for children in the moment don't rationalize, why they're having fun, they just do it! Who wants to Create their next Nike shoes or Diablo game or something else. Perhaps you want to open your Tokyo Ghoul themed coffee shop or something else. The choice is with you. Each and every day of your life. What do you want, and how are you gonna obtain it!

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Shatter the Glass Ceiling

 




I

When Ghouls preach you mid-summer nights dreams;

churned into a nightmare, drowned in a Whiskey's sky.

Eating cigarettes more than candy, coffee without a cream;

hindered by a glass ceiling, of what I can't and won't lean.

Rule this rue that, precept upon precept to make cats shy;

dogs act like mice, lions think their monkeys with hides to dry;

where's no James Bond, to tell them how they lost names!



II

Shatter the Glass Ceiling, and be your own Hero, boyscout;

loose yourself, girl, don't listen, what the harpies curtail.

You're better than the rulers, what are thrown over shouts;

then brick walls want to lecture, how to be best louts!

You know better, than to chase after the sullied and failed;

who still stroke their cats, while not gotten a ship nailed.

Nothing to loose nor claim,unless you take your Cross round!



III

Burn down the shamers and their gossip and stares;

don't collect with the druncator, who publicly declares.

They pledge like Amber, cease like Umbridge, who cares –

its time to Choose Christ and make your metal pay the dares!

You choose Freedom and fuck the old hags back to Cheshire;

your not sausage, nor your moon made of cheese, sire;

Burn in Holy Fire and full of Holy Spirit, held for those shared!



Eat my Gravel

 




I

The dogs are barking, the bickering banshees wail;

toe their placards to minute their judgment spree.

I walk alone, don't mind, what they have to say –

better call your Master and make a solemn pray.

I make my words into bullets, strike teens on their knees;

soon they be raving with Jesus, but you're not invited, Ree!

Eat my Gravel, as I ride to Heaven, moe or gay!



II

Advocate your Devil and Ad hoc your Justice;

I bring Mercy for those, you deemed too hostile.

Cover up your candles under the bushel, Eustice;

bring new wine in old skins, to wait and see vice.

Eat my Gravel, when I come for the prodigal child;

like a Piper, make them dance the Forests and Wilds!

Let It Burn inside you, as the Holy Spirit makes Peace!



III

Chasing the ghosts, and revenants doomed by rues;

come back to life, for you have a purpose, take a chance!

When society offers but spite and your chairs glues;

where's another option, to be more than control cruise.

Take up your Freedom and Godspeed like on Avalanche;

chase in the wind, to brand your Colts and Broncos, Vance –

Its time to follow, like Nimrod, Christ calls the True!!

Loosing Faces

 




I

Its time to Rock and Ride your cock;

down the throats of common sense;

around the shock, awe on my mock;

as I battle your Temperance, face the duck –

tape in the middle of the red line tense;

unsussed Ivans want to be more than lense

to shoot down another ant in the glassmine block.



II

Chasing my fairies to make my faith rage;

the World too narrow, to mind my cosplay.

Call a Ph. D as the incest goes Rape;

how could Solomon be King, or Drake

be Captain over the fleet of ships, wise say!

Mooned on the starry path, to never say nay –

loosing my faces, to mask the shadows stage,



III

Lost souls, Ahoy, may you be welcome;

turn your stoned eyes back to life and rejoice!

Nangijala, give back the lionhearts, lone

wolves, forgotten by Heathers, Stacy's comb.

For you got to chase your Californian dreams voice;

even if it brings you to the brink of Abyss, Louise...

Its time to Superman, like the last stand, let them come!



IV

Take your Whisky and Cigarettes, skateboard and lollies;

then sin your only choice maimed, I got a new way, fool.

Take my arm, let me bring you to Holy of Holies;

to see Jesus and the Angels supreme, your homies!

See the Sun, Moon and Stars, what you could be cool –

take your Face, make it rain in Arkadia, the vixen drool!

Time to Metal, make your Anthems sound over the trollies!



Pivot Aidan

 


Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal



I

Moralist monist their Adds and senses to pretense;

when you look animations, it must be you fuck dolls.

At the same time, watch this nonbinary congruence;

why would you hetero, when you could fluid trance!

Look at the science we paid for and the gathered polls –

don't you want to Pivot, Aidan and have cinnamon rolls

more than Vanilla on your colour blind tone death Itch?



II

Just don't go against the flow, be a normie, who heels;

what the influencers and globalists tell you to bow.

We didn't care, when you grew up and struggled feels;

your pain wasn't Holocaust, anxiety Holodomor real.

Believe then we get psyched on these youth cutting show;

when teens colour their hair and pin cusheon faces moe.

Its performance, representation not lost ID in nihilist glee!!



III

Your games too toxic and masculine, eat more Östrogene;

for if you discover your Divine Feminine chakra, you rock.

Don't stand your ground, traditions, for that is misagynist, mean;

don't you want women to be boss, and never serve behind scenes –

why see them cook and give birth, then breast-cancer the stock!

Blow up their ovaries, for making headlines better than fuck –

unless its onlyfans, and cucks pay top dollar with no marital dreams.



IV

Why so violent, diminish your aura, language, while fembot rages;

its fun to see them hit the balls and slap the cheek!

God forbid, children learned to be responcible mages –

for that you need to travel to China or Japan for ages.

Europe nor Uzza got nothing to say no more – bleep:

This message was removed, age-restricted – too deep!

Here's some alternet neutered content we deem Age just!!”

Saturday, July 26, 2025

When Heaven Cries

 




I

Many have concerns and worthy thoughts contemplate;

how to save the World and make it a better place.

Freeze your screen and paint your face on fate;

its for the children, honey, lets progress the stage.

When Heaven cries, nobody there to state;

only placating vicars, choosing to dine a bit late.

Who dost gather with us, shall scatter in turmoil and rate!!



II

To lead the sheep and create the perfect Kingdom come;

snubbing at the Taxman, the Harlot and Heathen scum.

Forgetting how from serfs all the great nations dawned;

how Christ made way, breaking the enemies bones.

Now the same people, who erect statues, adorn

paintings nobody understands, but the twisted and torn.

In the name of science, silence competition at Home.



III

When the merchants more virtuous, than ministers, priests;

understand more loving-kindness, than sleight of hands.

At the pulpit the drones and NPC, scan for the pieve;

will people be Pietas or will they naughty the yeast!

When Heavens Crying, all Righteous busy Grands;

can't do nothing for the Man down on Crossroads – no Brand!

Better wait for the Samaritan to make something from least.



IV

Where will be a time, when Jesus shall return like a King;

reward the meek and unholy, who there metal alone.

The Righteous abandoned, to the fringes of nine rings;

their power stripped like Saruman, rainbows waning.

Repent, who you hope on false remedies, atone;

chanting Lord, Lord, this is the Church of God, wont crown!

The Cornerstone shall surpass all accords and bling.