You see, I am not a little bit surprised; I am not even curious to learn how you became so. Perhaps you have been so always, because you must have always felt this deficiency inside you -Some terrifying emptiness, some strange thing which in your born idiocy you couldn’t recognize as the desire for something higher in you. You thought it was some kind of sickness that you caught from the world. All inepts think so, they are never bothered about what is on the inside. They only care about that which they see on the out side. You still don't get it do you?
You poor dolts, what you seek is not somewhere outside; it has always been inside you. It has to be sought from within. But such wonders like you would never ever understand that would you? Instead you infest the world with the sickness of you soul. You give it interpretations in the physical scale. You think that it is going to save you, but alas that is not going to happen, for your disease is of the mind and not of the body.
You have been vanquished from within. Just go to a mirror and look in it. What you see in there is your very soul. You see how dirty it is, how bad it looks. You are dead, you know that? All people who tries to get inside the brains of others dies the moment that they accomplish that. It is not something mysterious. It is something inevitable. You die the moment you start thinking for others. You are then a parasite; you can never more become a man. You think it is some sort of a victory to see others suffer. But you know what, you are dead from within. You feed on others to subsist.
Like all vampires you hunger after blood and energy. You want to preserve your beastly selves by draining the blood of innocent people out. Let me ask you, what in the hell are you hoping for, what would it bring you, where would it land you. Have you ever thought of that? But how can that be, while you are blessed with the greatest dumb thing in the world, namely your pea sized brain. You think it has some properties do you, well it certainly has some properties, it is fucking idiotic for one, and it has no capacity to learn any thing distantly decent for another. It is a hopeless piece of equipment that came to you accidentally. You can not be proud of it for you have done nothing to nourish it; you just have it and carry it along.
That is just manual work; It is not even an interesting work, for what is the use of carrying something that you barely use. You are the proud owner of a thing that never functions. But the strange thing is, you always act as if you are making some use of the damn thing. You know what, that is some ego. In animal cunning no one would ever beat you. That would be impossible, for you are the definition of being an animal, you are not something civilized. You are the most undeveloped of every fucking breed that ever existed in the world.
How could you face yourself at all that is what I can’t understand? How does such scum as you live, and what exactly is the purpose behind it. What you think that you would accomplish by going on like this. Do you have any idea where you are heading to?
No! I know now, that is the holy truth, you do not know a single thing about yourself other than you are a machine which shits and farts. You are yet immensely proud of this machine, because you have not known anything else in the life. This incompetent machine is all you have in your life. You are keeping it safe. You powder it and paint it and display it for all to see. But what do others see in it. They see filth, nothing else but filth. They can see through you. They know that you are nothing but the very scum of the earth and that you have no use whatsoever. But would that deter you. No it is not going to deter you in any way, for the simple reason that you are not intelligent enough to understand it.
Do you know that the life is ebbing out of you? You know that you are fucking dead. You can feel it in your bones. Every cell in your body is crying to get out of you. They don’t want to be in you. They are infested with the deadly poison that you secrete. None of the organs want to be with you, for you are diseased, you are a walking death. There are many like you. We can see through you. You are no more than a machine without a conscience.
Don’t act as if you mean something to the world
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