Death Cult Humans
I haven’t knelt in reverence, but you are asked to kneel often, in place of grandeur, in place of awe, it is in quiet obedience, only so that it can be seen is enough, not physically enacted, just noticed, understood. And those that ask affix the same face as an empowered lord from movies, remember, it is only from movies, actors pretending or imagining what that kind of lordship looks like, now real humans who are alive embody this dramatic portrayal in real life. Bred to want this, footballers as gods who rape, men from the best schools inheriting the world: there is only one way to do this, they are told, how else do you know if you are succeeding? Producing the doldrums, the cancer, now apathy is common place, a hallmark of ‘this generation’, riding towards extinction, we fucked it up so we don’t care anymore, it is a downhill ride and we all know it in our bones. Why be a lawyer, what then a judge, a teacher then a scholar then a what? All built for a purpose different moral cores, different views, so many encroaching and cancelling into exactitude, no one is right, nothing is real, ayahuasca truths, the missionaries, the tribes, medicine and hindsight, chaotic blends of Saint Mary and spitting rum onto a beheaded chicken dancing with death in the bonfire. Why are we told at all? It is a majority war, it is a mass war, many on many, bodies over the horizon again, the best mantra ‘lest we forget’, we have forgotten already, our equals always at war, there is always war, it is privilege and fortune, it is the luck’o’the draw, cursed or not, some religions are even based on this. If you believe in all of that then it is cruel to impregnate; you are pulling an eternal being from paradise or from ‘everything’ and forcing it back into flesh or matter. Death cult humans, over and over – they can’t get over it.
What is different: the anguish of all humans all at once, new media, exposure, differential realities, value, global humanity on a declining scale, truth in sentences, personal lamentations as waste, balance and care and breathing. The meaning of life a luxury, pondering a luxury, suicide a luxury, the ultimate bourgeois feat, incalculable opportunities squandered under the weight of incalculable opportunity. Paralysed by choice and being educated enough to know the outcome and the effort needed valueless, easy money valueless, achievable goals as worthless, immense power and freedom every second of the day as nothing, alive as the goal of all humans over thousands of years fulminates, seeing the fulmination rot under the base urges of animal nature, hating animals, hating ourselves and gnashing our teeth, still in war, still killing, still heroes, still keeping a flame alive that will enable us to kill ‘if need be’. As if we haven’t learnt already that there is no need, only that we must fight, we must have a reason. We do not like idle lazy types. When all civilisation met the indigenous tribes they found them abhorrent, only because they were living in harmony. Of course the world will return to harmony, naturally, just at a great cost. But it is only a cost if you are stupid.
Why do we allow the world to be as it is – it is completely in our power to make the world however we want. We are in control. If we do not like something, for example things like: economic inequality, crippling debt, poverty, injustice etc why not instantly stop these things from occurring? I know that sounds incredibly simple but also, it should be incredibly simple. Are we fucking morons? Do not allow these things to occur, it is easily in our power as the top predator. Socialism failed so lets not ever try it again. We are incapable of living in a state that we want so lets all be quasi-employees to a boss that doesn’t exist in order to achieve an impossible goal of year on year growth for the small few who are in agreement that this is the way forward. So we ride the wheel of death then? Pathetic.
There will be no decision as to which side you are on. Decisions are erroneous. Fear will win, like all frightened animals, evolving our defense mechanisms, the hilarious squid ink, skunk squirt, or chameleon. I want the future already because it is closer to reality than what we have now: gluttony, indulgence, opulence, rituals, smoking, drinking, drug taking etc etc. Will you murder a middle aged woman you have never met so you can take her small bag of things in order to live a few days longer? I just edited that sentence with my word processor to manipulate the desired outcome. I am longing for this to be impossible, words written purposefully with meaning, nothing erased because…it should be written only in the purpose that in being written it has a purpose. Instruction. Propagation of ideas. Look at all these books, firewood, cheap dead trees that will warm our night tonight, what books shall we keep “the good ones” the bible? No fucking way. The two most published books: dictionary and bible…we keep the dictionary of course.
