Oppose the Flow

I don’t like being susceptible. I don’t want to do what my body tells me. I don’t want to be what nature wants me to be.

I don’t want to desire. I don’t want sex. I don’t want its pleasures – what it wants to give me. I don’t want its gratification – what it allows me. What it grants me.

I don’t want to feel what I’m supposed to feel. I don’t want to be subject to this. I don’t want to be its victim.


I don’t want to be its prisoner. I don’t want to be managed by nature. Given treats. Made to feel good. I’m not some domestic animal.

So be a wild animal. Let yourself fuck. What’s wrong – don’t you like me? Aren’t you attracted to me? Isn’t it Gnostic enough? Dangerous enough? Isn’t it wild enough? Am I not philosophical enough?


You just want to destroy. To tear things up.

You’d only respect someone who hated everything. Who was the enemy of everything just like you’re … supposed … to … be.


Do you hate yourself, philosopher? Do you hate yourself for this? For being just like anyone else. Why don’t you give up – accept it? Just be like everyone else.

What makes you so special? What set you apart? Mr Anti nature. My loather of it all. My hater. Where does it get you, your hate? You’ll just end up some miserable, unhappy incel.


What happened to you? What made you like this? And don’t say, philosophy.

How did you become so fucked in the head? Why have you got to make life so complicated?


It doesn’t add up. Go with the flow.

I want to go against the flow. Oppose the flow. Resist the flow. Do anything but fucking flow.


The fact is you’re an animal, just like everyone else is an animal. You feel lust. You want to fuck. Be fucked. You want romance.