NAMELESS AND FIGURELESS, BODYLESS, MEATLESS
THE SICKNESS I AM. NAMELESS AND FIGURELESS, BODYLESS, MEATLESS. NO FORMS I POSSESS, EACH OF THOSE NON-FORMS I AM. TODAY AND TOMORROW. YOU, THE SICK AND THE DEAD, WILL NEVER KNOW THE TRUE NAME AND THE TRUE FACE BEHIND THE MASSACRES AND NATURAL DISASTERS. ENJOY BEING FOOLS IN THE HANDS OF WISE MEN. YOU STOOD UP AGAINST OPPRESSION, YET TURNED OUT TO BE THE OPPRESSION ITSELF.
WHERE ARE ALL THOSE VOICES AND PSEUDO-INTELLECTUAL BEINGS NOW? GONE, SO ARE YOU. YOU STAND BEFORE ME NAKED, AS I STAND IN FRONT OF MY MIRRORS, NAKED AND DISEASED FROM TOP TO BOTTOM. HEALTHY INFECTIONS. NO SUCH THINGS AS HEALTHY INFECTIONS. STAY AWAY FROM MY HANDS. I HAVE BEEN GUIDED BY THE VOICE OF SICKNESS. STAY AWAY FROM ME, FOR THESE ARE THE FINAL HOURS BEFORE THE EARTH ITSELF RIPS YOU APART.
THE FUTURE IS DISEASED HALF-NATURE HALF-RAW MEAT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HEALTH. I AM THE DISEASE. I SPOKE THOSE MALIGNANT LANGUAGES IN YOUR BODIES. YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME, FOR I AM THE SOURCE OF ALL DISASTERS. I REPEAT. NOT A STEP BACK. NO SURRENDER IS POSSIBLE. DEEPEST BREATHS. TRAIN YOUR MUSCLES HARD, HARD, HARD. THE WHISPERS ARE UNDISTINGUISHABLE. STAY AWAY, I REPEAT. SHALL I DECAPITATE YOUR FOOLISHNESS.
TOMORROW THERE IS NO TOMORROW, AND AGAIN THERE ARE NO VISIONS OF A BRIGHT FUTURE. SO WHAT KIND OF POWER COULD HAVE BROUGHT THIS HORRIBLE PERSPECTIVE UNDER YOUR FEET. SMELLS LIKE SMOKE. FEELS LIKE A STROKE. LIKE A DISEASE. LIKE AN INFECTION. LIKE POISON, POISON, POISON! I REPEAT THE MISTAKE. I CANNOT RECALL MY PAST, FOR I AM THE DISEASE, DISEASE, DISEASE ITSELF, WITHIN YOUR FRAMEWORK! HEADACHES, DIZZINESS, FEVER, SICKNESS, VOMITING.
UNENDING SUFFERING. I CAME BACK, OR BETTER SAID, I AM NOW IN THE REAL AND ONLY POSITION OF THE MYSELF, WHERE I FEEL MY PURITY. HAVEN'T EATEN IN FOUR DAYS. ONLY WATER I DRINK. WATER WITH LEMON. NOT HELPFUL AT ALL. IT PROVES ITS USELESSNESS AND PROVOKES ANOTHER ACT OF VOMITING. I AM TIRED. I AM FATIGUE, HOMESICKNESS, SICKNESS, IMMOBILITY WITHIN YOUR FRAMEWORKS. I WISH TO HEAL ALL OF YOU, AND IF I DO, THERE WILL BE NOTHING ELSE FOR MYSELF.
STAY ALONE THE WHOLE OF YOUR EXISTENCE, THEN DIE LIKE I DO. REPEAT AFTER ME. ALL THOSE KINDS OF RATS, INSECTS, I SPEAK TO YOU! READ THESE WRITINGS. HEAR THESE WHISPERS WITHIN THESE WRITINGS. FOR THESE ARE NOT TEXTS, THESE ARE THE WHISPERS OF SUFFERING ITSELF. I SPEAK TO ALL THE DOOMED AND SICK. TO ALL THOSE CROOKED SPINES AND TEETH, ALL YOU MY SUFFERERS, SPREAD YOUR SUFFERING AND DO AS I DO! TOO MUCH TEXT, PERHAPS. WHEN I'M SICK, TOO MUCH, PERHAPS.
I AM FATIGUE ITSELF, I'LL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN. I AM HOMESICKNESS. I AM THE VOMIT. I AM THE STOMACH CRAMPS. NEVER ENDING. FOLLOW MY TERRIBLE EXAMPLE OF PERFECT DISEASE. THESE LETTERS MEAN NOTHING TO THOSE HEALTHY CREATURES, THEY WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE REVEALS SPILLED HERE. I ALWAYS WRITE AT NIGHT. THINK BEFORE YOU EAT. I MAKE MYSELF LAUGH AT ALL OF IT. FOR THERE IS NOTHING BUT ME. FOR MY SAKE I REPEAT THIS AND WRITE THIS.
NOTHING ELSE BUT FROZEN DISASTERS, VISIONS, PICTURES, MOVING AND UNWILLING TO MOVE, I COMMAND THEM, AND THEY SUBMIT TO MY INNER VOICE. RAPID PULSE. NOTHING ELSE TO WORRY ABOUT. NOTHING TO SAY. I STAY AWAY SO YOU WILL REPEAT. NOTHING ELSE BUT ME. THIS IS WHAT ALL THIS IMAGINATIVE REALITY LEADS TO. WASTED TIME. NOTHING CAN DESCRIBE THE FEELING OF A WASTED LIFE.
DINOYA 19/7/22 - 20/7/22 7/19/22 - 7/20/22
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