Extremely vile and pessimistic rants about the state of the world. Proceed to read only if you're able to keep the words at arm's length
Science says our lives start the day we're born. That's fucking bullshit. Our lives start so much earlier- when our parents' lives started, when their parents' lives started, when your favourite teacher's life started, when your worst enemy's life started, when the fish walked out of the ocean soup, when the monkeys rubbed two twigs together, when the genie started getting off to being rubbed. We are an amalgamation of everyone and everything that has been. You're not original. You're just a collage of raggedy old traditions, yellowed pages on appropriate responses to situations, dingy knick knacks of nostalgia, and broken fragments of imagined morality. Our lives are a meaningless march towards oblivion and suffering. And I don't mean hell or other grandiose myths we tell ourselves to make us feel special. We're not fucking special. You go the same place when you die as the maggot that crawls over your 5 week old unopened container of noodle soup. You're matter that doesn't matter. We're cogs in the machine that is the self-absorbed, self-serving universe. We're the fruit flies you swat off your 3 day old banana. We are a blink of an eye. Nothing we do matters. We tell ourselves it's for the children. It's so those who're yet to be can be better. So did those who came before us. Marsha Johnson died just so O'Shea could be murdered on the streets for dancing. There is no better. This is it. This is the hell we dreamt up in our nightmares, only with less hellfire. The world is fucked and you should be angrier about it. Enough to burn it to the fucking ground, cue hellfire.