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We aren't alone. We can't be.
And the answer to the question of whether or not we are alone is both fascinating and absolutely terrifying.
We have no way of knowing.
It's entirely possible that we are alone. It's entirely possible that we're not.
But then how did we get so lucky? Why are conditions just so exactly perfect that we exist in this world in this time in this form?
Is that a coincidence?
Can that be controlled?
And then the universe itself is a whole different question.
If it is truly unbounded and infinite, and we are a part of that, we are essentially zero. We don't exist. Our existence means nothing to the universe.
And if the universe is bounded and finite, what exists past the boundaries?
What else is out there?
Will we ever really know?
We've all been called names.
Fighting every single game.
With nothing to gain.

Today I heard the word "gay"..
Of course it was being used in the wrong way..

I also heard "******."
What gives you the right to say that?

I heard multiple people call themselves fat..
What sense is that?

Do you honestly think that?

You are truly beautiful the way you are. And don't let anyone tell you that you aren't.

******* society.
Society *****. Enough said.
i braved the primordial instrumentality
that ancient architect of my necrotic geometry
wich expressed those waves
that mercilessly envelop your white cliff walls

but this prophecy reveals all things
and i cannot fail
in my absolute perception
of your constant rivers
sacred destinations

the dark repeats itself
and it always plays the same symphonic hell
the agony repeats itself
your movements communicate
the intrinsic cthnonic lie

i dream of disintegration
i want to make love for a thousand nights
and kiss that mortal plasma
a precarious alloy of souls

but i am doomed to dream
dreams i may never touch
i'm a pathetic raging animal
ensnared in chains of violation

i want to explode in sensual ecstasy
as your philosophical knives
carves the most beautiful and elder of runes
into my putrefied flesh

but i feel nothing

i want to destroy you with my kiss
but your love is not strong enough
Weak, vulnerable.
Ugly, undesirable.
Lazy, unmotivated.
These swirling thoughts of hatred.
Gripping me tightly, along with these memories,
Getting the best of me,
Showing no sympathy.
I hold my head in my hands, desperately,
Begging for the chaos to come to an end.
You try to help; you try to step in.
It's of no use; these voices will win.
There's one of you and hundreds of them.
Still you insist on protecting; you want to defend.
It is like a tornado in my mind.
If you think you can change that,
You must be blind.

— The End —