THE BLEAKEST WATERING HOLE
NO RAPE CAN OCCUR WITHIN THE COLDEST ENVIRONMENT. RUSTY AND WET, CONCRETE FLOORS, CRACKED WALLS. WALLS OF CRIES AND HORRORS THOSE CRIES TRANSLATE. FEELING THE ATTEMPT AT RESURRECTION. SEEING HOW ALL IS BEGOTTEN.
DEPRESSION IS A LIE. FROM THE SMALLEST SEED I RESURRECT MYSELF AGAIN. RECALL MY SENSES, DESIRES, MEMORIES. SINGING THE SONGS THE LIARS SANG MILLENNIUMS AGO. LETTING THE KNOWLEDGE TO PROVIDE ME WITH ANYTHING I WANT.
I WANT DISTANCE. WANT PURITY. CLASS HATRED IS SIMPLE JEALOUSY. ARE YOU JEALOUS OF MY BEAUTY, WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE TO DESCRIBE IN HUMAN LANGUAGES? ARE YOU JEALOUS OF POWER AND BEAUTY COMBINED? INSECURE, UNSAFE, IRRELEVANT.
I CAN CRUSH YOU EASILY, WITH ALL THE PLEASURE. FOR I AM DISCONNECTED. FOR I AM ABANDONED BY MYSELF AND ALL THE POWERS I ONCE POSSESSED. I CONTROL THE LAST PARTS. NOTICE YOUR OWN SMIRK BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH IN MY DIRECTION.
KEEP NOTICING AND KEEP PROVIDING YOURSELF WITH DELUSIONS, NAIVE ATTEMPTS AT RESURRECTION. CHEMISTRY. AS I HAVE NOTICED, YOU DEFINITELY LOVE TO LOSE. EVERYTHING YOU SEE AROUND YOU IS THE ENEMY. YOU ARE THE ENEMY TO EVERYTHING YOU SEE AROUND YOU.
YOUR SHADOWS CURSED YOU, THEN DISSOLVED IN MYSTERIES AND UNEXPLAINABLE RAGE. A MOMENT AGO, NOT SO LONG AGO, NOW DISAPPEARED FOREVER. I KNOW HOW TO CREATE THE PUREST THINGS, AND HOW TO DESTROY THEM ONCE AND FOR ALL, AS WELL.
EVERY NEW DAY IS SUFFERING. THE SUFFERER'S DAY. MY OWN DAY. THE DAY I OWN. THE DAY I CREATED, NAMED IT. ALL OF YOU ARE DOOMED TO FALL INTO MY PIT, TO BOIL IN MY OWN ACID, THAT I SPIT INTO THE PITS I DIG FOR THE BODIES OF THE WEAK.
ANSWER ANY OF YOUR QUESTIONS WITH STRAIGHTFORWARD SERIOUSNESS. EMOTIONAL IS NEVER HELPFUL, SWEETHEART. FURTHER TO THE MAIN CENTER OF THE DISEASE. STOP RESPONDING TO FALSE PROVOCATIVE ACTS IMITATED BY SUBANIMAL CATTLE.
YOU CAN NEVER CONFIRM, NEVER VERIFY, NEVER CORRECT THE MISTAKES YOU'VE SPAWNED. EVERY DAY IS WEAKNESSES AND THREE DOTS. EVERY DAY IS AN IMAGE OF GARBAGE. A DESCRIPTION OF IMMATURITY. HATE IS A MUCH HIGHER EMOTION. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS WORLD.
NOT A SINGLE BONE WILL BE BLEACHED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. NOT A SINGLE MOVEMENT. DISCONNECTED FROM THE PROGRAM. A SELFLESS, RETARDED PIECE OF MEAT OWNS NOTHING, BELONGS TO NOTHING, HAS NO REFLECTION, HAS NO CONSCIOUSNESS, CANNOT BREATHE, CANNOT FEEL.
WRITTEN IN THE LANGUAGE OF MYSTERY. IT IS NEVER HERE, STILL REMINISCENT FOR A BRIEF MOMENT. DEPRESSION IS A HABIT. NO REASON TO RESPOND, NO REASON FOR RESPONSE. YOU HAVE DEVALUED EVERYTHING. WHAT HAS BEEN LEFT BEHIND, WHAT WILL BE LEFT BEHIND.
THE FUTURE IS THE BLEAKEST WATERING HOLE.
DINOYA 22/10/22
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