Commit Suicide, prose in paragraph.
February 22, 2015 at 12:25 pm
(This post was last modified: February 22, 2015 at 1:00 pm by Brian37.)
Commit Suicide,
I hate myself, I should kill myself, with all the horrors I commit. My delusions of self importance, my mental illness builds into the pyre of cruelty. I am the barbarity of our migrant past, prior to Cuneiform writing. My childish paintings of animals on cave walls. My futile monuments that will erode as well. How arrogant of me to think I am the only or first to feel pain. Stabbing and gutting girls and babies in the false hope that the spilling of blood will gain favor from a nothingness.
Now maybe if I stop worshiping animals, and make them human, that will fix things. But it does not. Then I take my selfishness and streamline it thinking this monotheistic anthropomorphism is any less of a placebo. I hate myself, because my sacrifice isn't altruistic but nothing more than circling the wagons. I need to commit suicide because I am not worthy of the stewardship beyond my own bias.
No more love of blood, no more magic of blood, be it animal or human, polytheistic or monotheistic. DIE you vile concept, stop dwelling in me, I will force you to commit suicide by accepting the flicker you are that Sagan is screaming from his grave about.
Commit suicide delusion, whatever that harsh truth is, so that your only death gives way to reality to make better this finite ride.
Prose also post #562 hosted at Rational Responders here....http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=11
I hate myself, I should kill myself, with all the horrors I commit. My delusions of self importance, my mental illness builds into the pyre of cruelty. I am the barbarity of our migrant past, prior to Cuneiform writing. My childish paintings of animals on cave walls. My futile monuments that will erode as well. How arrogant of me to think I am the only or first to feel pain. Stabbing and gutting girls and babies in the false hope that the spilling of blood will gain favor from a nothingness.
Now maybe if I stop worshiping animals, and make them human, that will fix things. But it does not. Then I take my selfishness and streamline it thinking this monotheistic anthropomorphism is any less of a placebo. I hate myself, because my sacrifice isn't altruistic but nothing more than circling the wagons. I need to commit suicide because I am not worthy of the stewardship beyond my own bias.
No more love of blood, no more magic of blood, be it animal or human, polytheistic or monotheistic. DIE you vile concept, stop dwelling in me, I will force you to commit suicide by accepting the flicker you are that Sagan is screaming from his grave about.
Commit suicide delusion, whatever that harsh truth is, so that your only death gives way to reality to make better this finite ride.
Prose also post #562 hosted at Rational Responders here....http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=11
