Wednesday, January 20, 2016


Imagine only dirt. Imagine there was nothing except what you saw. What you felt. What you cared about. Nothing except the things you like feeling and the things you don't like feeling. Completely relative.

It's easy, if you try. Just pretend it's all a real illusion, an illusionary reality, a play never rehearsed when the audience is absent, a blank script getting filled in as it goes, then fed just as swiftly into the wood chipper.

There are neither consequences nor rewards. Nothing to aspire to, and nothing to shy away from. Imagine dignity and grace are as meaningless as rape and appetite.

Imagine everyone with no future-time orientation. Imagine everyone acting like the little pig who built his house out of straw. Carefree, loopy singing, merry jigs, fucking only for yourself, buying a bigger car than anyone else, get out of my way, tomorrow only comes once and by then it's yesterday who cares.

Imagine no one caring about anyone or anything bigger than one person, one time, one place, right here, right now. Taking as many loans as you like because it's later-you's problem, and fuck him anyway.

It isn't hard to do. Nothing worth believing in. Sacrifice so meaningless it's no longer a word. Passions so dull they're nothing but fleeting pleasures.

How far can you subdivide pleasure, anyway? If we discount our grandchildren's pleasure a hundred years from now, we might as well discount our own pleasure ten years from now. If we discount our own pleasure ten years from now, we might as well discount it ten days from now. Ten minutes. Nothing matters but right now. Nothing is worth effort. Nothing is worth pain. I just can't be bothered.

Imagine no beliefs, too. ePrime. No new taxes. I did not have sex with that woman. We tortured some folks.

Imagine all those people, living life under undead robot Stalin. No more loyalties. A unified zombie peace. No Chechens, no Georgians, no Russians, no Khazars, no Mongolians, just one Supreme Fucking Soviet that makes everything perfect right now. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I will take your possessions. I wonder if you can stop me. When you have no food you will be dead and you will not experience hunger. When you look askance at me I will send a tank to your village and your village will never suffer again in the future that we never see because it is already last year and records can confirm that there never was a village there.

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I have far more divisions than you. I know someday you'll join me and the world will die as one.

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