Enemies

They’re driving us all into Hell – the whole world. Deliberately. They’re deliberately destroying it.

 

Evil’s vast. And evil’s sublime. And evil’s even dazzling, right? It’s like this sky. False things can be beautiful, right? Satan’s supposed to be beautiful, right?

 

The dynamics of self-hatred. The life of self-hatred. The life of the desire to die.

All our thrashings: that’s been our lives. Our convulsions. Our twistings.

Our sport of self-destruction. Our sport of world-disgust.

 

We crawl on. We stagger on. We stumble on. My God. Isn’t it over yet?

What in us wants us to live? Despite … despite everything?

 

I question our sincerity. The way we talk. We don’t really mean it – any of this.

Feeling we should be ashamed isn’t the same as feeling ashamed – that’s the thing. Feeling that we should hate ourselves isn’t the same as actually hating ourselves.

Because if we sincerely felt these things, we’d kill ourselves at once. If we truly felt these things, we wouldn’t wait any longer.

But we don’t kill ourselves, do we? We go on, don’t we? We’re alive … we continue … Our lives go on …

Why should that be? Why don’t we correct the problem? Why don’t we do the right thing? Because we would rather this. We’d rather do the wrong thing. We’d rather be alive.

Well, I don’t question it – our sincerity. We have hope, after all. Hope itself. Desire itself. Yearning itself. Held in absolute tension with the world. Stretched – strained – as far as we can bear. Farther ….

 

The madness is deepening. The madness of the world. Of the technocratic plans for the world. The madness of order. Their order.

 

Why did they have to destroy everything? What did they have to destroy the world? Why did they have to spoil it all?

Because that’s the logic of the world.

 

This zombie world. This undead world. It needs to be destroyed. Put out of its misery. So that we can be put out of our misery.

 We’re spiritually dead. We’ve been spiritually murdered. They killed us, they fuckers. This timeline killed us. It murdered us in our fucking beds.

 

The void of our lives. The emptiness of our lives. But our lives have been voided. Our lives have been emptied out.

It’s been going on too long. It’s been going on all our lives … It is our lives. Nothing but our lives.

A process of … nihilisation. A slow dissolution. Until there’s nothing left but nihilism.

 

What choice do we have? What role can we have? What are we to do here?

Just to scream … To raise a cry … To protest? Against what they’ve done. At the world they’re making.

 

What do we call them, the enemies – the ultimate enemies?

The ones who are in charge of all this. Who destroyed the old Newcastle Brown building. Who called down the direct energy weapons. Who raised this campus from the ruins.

What do we call them, the who planned this campus? Developed it. Built these buildings. This new Babel.

What do we call them, the ones who moved us to Organisational Management? Who invited us to this Organisational Management party? Who made us trek across the Organisational Management party?

What do we call them, the puppetmasters of Organisational Management. Who are behind Organisational Management. Who are using Organisational Management.

What do we call them, the secret controllers? The ones who are greater than our paranoia, which is saying something. Vaster than our agoraphobia.

Not them. It. It’s about planetary AI.

 

We live in the world of lies, and we are made liars. We live in the world of death, and we are made dead.

We desecrate ourselves. We’ve been made to desecrate ourselves. We destroy ourselves. We’ve been made to destroy ourselves.

 

Our horror: the inverted image of the light. It’s how we know the light.

 

Despair is an invitation. A calling. Even the highest calling. It says: turn your eyes to this. Turn your attention to this. Awaken yourself to this. You are not part of the demonic realm.

 

This demonic world. This unacceptable world. This refusable world. Because that’s what we learn: this world is refusable. It doesn’t have to be our world. We don’t have to succumb. We can climb into the light.

 

This world is too disgusting to last. It’s too deeply fucked to last.