formless currents, flowing without reason
non-composite, eternal in source and direction
at once self-existent and entirely void
crystallize into separate points in space, interactions governed by nature of opposite polarities
particles congregate, taking on a variety of stable forms, bound together by strong attractive forces
thus various substances are birthed, and with them, animate organisms
subjective entities in an objective world
driven by forces of material existence
incarnate only to survive, spawn, and ultimately, pass away
why do we habitually do things we know will hurt us in the end?
I know where this is leading
an emotional and psychological chasm, from which I will inevitably crawl
but I started digging anyway
does the brain actually "get off" on depression, anxiety, and compulsive thoughts of self-hatred
or is it just so primitive that it can't compute the ultimate consequences of its actions
in its vain attempt to escape the present moment?
whatever the answer, I already did it
it's too late for me now
that's enough, now
no more will I suffer, at least not for a time
the medicine goes in, the blankets cover
and I become an invisible, unconsidered non-player
in the Big Game
later I will wake to find myself
articulating a mocking absurdity
but not now
that's enough, for now
the deconstruction of psychic phenomena reveals a complex aggregate of discordant and concordant forms
an indefinite crisscrossing of senses, impulses, and memories
dissolving just as coherence is approached
uniformity, never reached
solidarity, impossible to grasp
turn consciousness in upon itself
following those broken patterns into the chaos and nihilism of ultimate reality
within the subject, dissonant forces scatter and collide, only to again disperse at moment of contact
the horror of the self-sentient organism is evidence of its ontological absurdity
the ego, the "identity", is but twisting layers of lunacy and il
the true dichotomy in politics is not between right and left
but rather
in the irreconcilable schism between anarchy and authority
as an anarchist and political nihilist
I advocate for the complete nullification of mediating social institutions
the overthrowing of government of any form
and the free association between sovereign individuals
but in a reality where humans have decided to play the game of jurisdiction
designating a theocratic organization as having a monopoly privilege on the use of force, power and control
I will do nothing but take advantage where I can, and fuck all the rest
the Eternal Will, noumenic Ground of All Being
a boundless, timeless ocean of black potency
spins a tapestry of illusion within Itself
thus descending into space and time
incarnating in a vessel of Its own substance so as to partake of Its own essence
traversing innumerable cosmoses of hypnotic shapes and mesmerizing sensations
transcendent, entirely free as there is nothing in existence other than Itself
ever-present, all-powerful, forever feeding on Itself with blind vehement lust
our minds are not our own
our bodies are not our own
every agitated gyration is but the fulfil
the light of emotion and affect drains from the matrix of psychic data
leaving a series of disjointed and utterly meaningless events trapped in memory
where once danced a radiant will
there is only the clanking machinery of compulsion in a world of blackness and mud
the mind and body move as if dragged by a chain
linked together by a series of empty causes and useless effects
in the absence of sentiment, there is nothing to identify within or beyond me
I sit at a table by the window, head in hands
the sun sets beyond the horizon
casting shadows which merge with the darkness inside my eyes, chest, and spine
and soon appea
annihilation, a removal from all concrete forms
a beaten-down, weary attitude of resignation
maintaining a distant perspective on immediate events
a radical skepticism as a terminal disillusionment
and ultimately suspended belief in events that unfold
will lead to a certain realization about the nature of existence
this omnipresent, manipulating blackness
an all-pervasive force
an infinite and eternal medusa
transcending all linguistic trappings
warping will occur in the structure, style, and content of a narrative
conspicuously striving beyond the propr
senses perceive the world of objects
connection of oneself with things is the cause of pain
self-consciousness limited, as it were, to a sense of finitude
division and distraction
a restlessness of the soul
the whole of world-perception is an error, rectified by an inner contact with the Absolute
a reality higher than the world and oneself
the conditions of thought, the currents of thought
must be offered up as a sacrifice to our Lady Babalon
the Loud Resounding Sea
the All-Moving Darkness
the eternal solitariness of the Infinite
all other thoughts are false
dream-like visions
hallucinatory cosmologies
appearances without law
my body is a sprawling cosmic ruin, containing multitudes
obscured
marginalized
lost in fragmentation
as such, you have never seen me
as I am no more a being
than you yourself are a being
and not just the dance of innumerable forces, sensations, abstractions
swirling phantoms
spectral distorted forms
in tangled embrace
a writhing, colliding vortex
beatific and complete
formless currents, flowing without reason
non-composite, eternal in source and direction
at once self-existent and entirely void
crystallize into separate points in space, interactions governed by nature of opposite polarities
particles congregate, taking on a variety of stable forms, bound together by strong attractive forces
thus various substances are birthed, and with them, animate organisms
subjective entities in an objective world
driven by forces of material existence
incarnate only to survive, spawn, and ultimately, pass away
why do we habitually do things we know will hurt us in the end?
I know where this is leading
an emotional and psychological chasm, from which I will inevitably crawl
but I started digging anyway
does the brain actually "get off" on depression, anxiety, and compulsive thoughts of self-hatred
or is it just so primitive that it can't compute the ultimate consequences of its actions
in its vain attempt to escape the present moment?
whatever the answer, I already did it
it's too late for me now
that's enough, now
no more will I suffer, at least not for a time
the medicine goes in, the blankets cover
and I become an invisible, unconsidered non-player
in the Big Game
later I will wake to find myself
articulating a mocking absurdity
but not now
that's enough, for now
the deconstruction of psychic phenomena reveals a complex aggregate of discordant and concordant forms
an indefinite crisscrossing of senses, impulses, and memories
dissolving just as coherence is approached
uniformity, never reached
solidarity, impossible to grasp
turn consciousness in upon itself
following those broken patterns into the chaos and nihilism of ultimate reality
within the subject, dissonant forces scatter and collide, only to again disperse at moment of contact
the horror of the self-sentient organism is evidence of its ontological absurdity
the ego, the "identity", is but twisting layers of lunacy and il
the true dichotomy in politics is not between right and left
but rather
in the irreconcilable schism between anarchy and authority
as an anarchist and political nihilist
I advocate for the complete nullification of mediating social institutions
the overthrowing of government of any form
and the free association between sovereign individuals
but in a reality where humans have decided to play the game of jurisdiction
designating a theocratic organization as having a monopoly privilege on the use of force, power and control
I will do nothing but take advantage where I can, and fuck all the rest
the Eternal Will, noumenic Ground of All Being
a boundless, timeless ocean of black potency
spins a tapestry of illusion within Itself
thus descending into space and time
incarnating in a vessel of Its own substance so as to partake of Its own essence
traversing innumerable cosmoses of hypnotic shapes and mesmerizing sensations
transcendent, entirely free as there is nothing in existence other than Itself
ever-present, all-powerful, forever feeding on Itself with blind vehement lust
our minds are not our own
our bodies are not our own
every agitated gyration is but the fulfil
the light of emotion and affect drains from the matrix of psychic data
leaving a series of disjointed and utterly meaningless events trapped in memory
where once danced a radiant will
there is only the clanking machinery of compulsion in a world of blackness and mud
the mind and body move as if dragged by a chain
linked together by a series of empty causes and useless effects
in the absence of sentiment, there is nothing to identify within or beyond me
I sit at a table by the window, head in hands
the sun sets beyond the horizon
casting shadows which merge with the darkness inside my eyes, chest, and spine
and soon appea
annihilation, a removal from all concrete forms
a beaten-down, weary attitude of resignation
maintaining a distant perspective on immediate events
a radical skepticism as a terminal disillusionment
and ultimately suspended belief in events that unfold
will lead to a certain realization about the nature of existence
this omnipresent, manipulating blackness
an all-pervasive force
an infinite and eternal medusa
transcending all linguistic trappings
warping will occur in the structure, style, and content of a narrative
conspicuously striving beyond the propr
senses perceive the world of objects
connection of oneself with things is the cause of pain
self-consciousness limited, as it were, to a sense of finitude
division and distraction
a restlessness of the soul
the whole of world-perception is an error, rectified by an inner contact with the Absolute
a reality higher than the world and oneself
the conditions of thought, the currents of thought
must be offered up as a sacrifice to our Lady Babalon
the Loud Resounding Sea
the All-Moving Darkness
the eternal solitariness of the Infinite
all other thoughts are false
dream-like visions
hallucinatory cosmologies
appearances without law
my body is a sprawling cosmic ruin, containing multitudes
obscured
marginalized
lost in fragmentation
as such, you have never seen me
as I am no more a being
than you yourself are a being
and not just the dance of innumerable forces, sensations, abstractions
swirling phantoms
spectral distorted forms
in tangled embrace
a writhing, colliding vortex
beatific and complete
I am He, who has liberated the antitheses to war
I have devoured the Light unveiled, have opened my gaze upon that loathsome and screaming Abyss - and survived
I am the shadow at rest, cast forth by a dancing flame
I am tantric panic-orgasm
I am peace in lust and power in disgust
I am duality for its own sake, existing unto itself
I am flesh and hunger for flesh
I am every opposing force made manifest into singularity
I am the Angel of the organism, the silent stirring reptile within
I am cold and shining void, and hot dark flashes of purple and violet blue
I am Absence Eternal
I am Transience Absolute
I am agony unto Spirit, whic