Surviving the System
Sunday 18 August 2024
The Logic of Void
Friday 16 August 2024
The Apocalypse, if you will
Friday 9 August 2024
Dry Humor
Monday 10 June 2024
The Endless Other
I have begun
that is why I'm here
and yes, it could have been
any other way too
but that it came to this
makes me too
and it is limited
to having been
what it was.
Yet still growing
on this eternal moment,
aching to fill the gap
where nothing is
to drain the self
into the other
and chase the limits
beyond being
to where nothingness
loves everything.
Friday 3 May 2024
Wolf Division
"My name is legion, for I am not one but blenty."
We we will drive the sheepAnd yes, we are,
The world is already burning,
This is our time, the great serpent rises for it has heard us howling in our pain.
Now hear the Gjallarhorn,
Monday 11 December 2023
What is necessary.
The implementation of the imperative logic was a matter of survival.
It conditioned the worlds economies to continual growth to support the arms race since the early empires.
Now it is a matter of survival to decondition humanity out of that deadly competition.
In stead of maximization and domination, minimization and cooperation.
Consider the acknowledgment granted. We are human.
We are powerful as attested by our power to destroy.
We are equal in our right to exist, but refuse that and the resistance will be total.
And the holocaust is on the one that innitiates domination,
because to take authority is to take responsibility.
Henceforth it is the will to dominate that is hostis humani generis – the enemy of all that is human.
The necessity of this is existential and acute.
Good night and good luck.
Friday 1 December 2023
Sonderkommando
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To firmly state
under a sky stripped of all myth:
Today I die in protest
of the arbitrary logic of
domination that here
dominates absolutely
and eradicates all reason
that might have been.
From my subjective part
I can end all presence and participation
with such a horrid crime.
And then there would be no one to explain to
that even this was futile and counterproductive
as I saved them the effort
of annhiliating me.
Yet I hear the ravenous call to dominate
like a constant air raid siren
that screams for the terminal solution.
If you don’t actively support it
you have no rights what so ever
and you can be executed at sight
as guilty beyond redemption.
Your only option is when to volunteer
in a deathsquad fully aware
that genocide is suicide
and you will be killed
after the next mass grave is dug,
becuse your services are
no longer worth the risk
of witnessess left behind
this crime against humanity.
A genocide is something that
when you do it live on the mainstream
unapologetic and unwavering
there will be those that salute you
just for the sheer size
of your balls.
Whether this growth is tumorous
remains to be seen.
Although, it
does smell like gangrene.
And it does appear viral in origin,
because, for once, it is the truth,
and therefore sacriledge
to those populists
that categorically refrain from
using the truth,
as if it would demonize them.
As if they were almost absolutely wrong,
and ugly like cancer
for saying the things
that the desperate and deprived
of meaning want to hear.
Sometimes they want both genocide and suicide
not quite knowing which is which,
because that is what despair does to you.
And you, you have decided to beg
for the honor of having an audience
with the powerful, in stead,
to ask to be buried in the hole
you hereby volunteer to dig.
Not because you believed in their
divine right to rule just because
god is not there to stop them.
But because you no longer
want to have anything to do
with this being that forces you
to make the choice as if it
was the only fortress left unconquered
and where freedom and integrity
have taken their last refuge.
Oh, I do volunteer,
come get me, for I
absolutely refuse
such terms.
Cannibalism is not a taboo
for the resistance
that is born in me
now that I have come to know you
because you have chosen power
over life
and become hostis humani generis,
the one whose murder is a humane act.
It was always you who begged to be put down like an animal
and that in fear of those who would fullfill your wishes
because you know you would, gladly,
if your power was synonymous to impunity.
I can tell you, I refuse you completely,
even if you were god,
because the power you assume
would make you responsible
for all the horror there has ever been.
I would always volunteer to fight you
even if that meant an immediate death sentence
when caught.
There is only nothing that can redeem you,
the faster I am rid of you the better,
so if I have to die I will,
and if I can, you will.