“It’s not what you do. It’s when and where you do it, and who you do it to or with. If nobody sees it, it did not happen.”
I want to make this very clear from the start, FUCK YOU. Nothing brings me more joy than hearing, speaking of, and seeing you all suffer the greatest torments possible in every Causal and Acausal Realm or Platform that exists. Love is twofold. Love is remembrance. When you remember a birthday, anniversary, favorite food, or one of the innumerable small delights that comprises the monuments too and pleasure centers of someone you smear with the emotion called Love.
I don’t feel that toward any of you. I want every memory and trace of you all to be wiped from every record both in the causal and acausal. The sounds that smacking meat and saliva make to formulate the description of everything you were, are or ever will be, never being uttered again, makes me cum. The second form of Love is Obedience, but I’ll save that later for you to inflict on those in the double digit quotient of intelligence.
I want to point to those of you who are not Born. There is an acentric hole inside of you that travels from head to stomach to loins. A pathetic vortex that yearns to be filled with pleasure. Ever casting sustenance that manifests itself as social status, belonging, security and any and everything that increases dopamine. Any chance I get, I try to take a massive shit in the place you call a heart.
Your life comprises of service to those greater than you. Forever teetering on fear and love, you humiliate yourself by prostrating in obedience, only ever standing to climb the pyramid that Maslow created for you. Understand, I write this for you. Those trapped in Prison A and B in hope that you may never escape. I Hate you with a Perfect and Holy Hatred.
I titled this so you and those in your service can get more mileage. Those trapped in the construct of good and evil, right and wrong, left and right, up and down, sinister and magian. The message is simple. DON’T GET CAUGHT.
I’m so tired of seeing your lifeless blood soaked faces on every social media platform. thinking yourselves martyrs and heroes. “Opfering” yourselves with no power gained, no power lost, no system affected or effected. Or the masses of troglodytes cheering for a surviving operator in handcuffs, ever moist for impending Hybristophillia.
Your one off hubristic hail mary’s are a payday for a magian hydra. You Extract No Essence. You Exude No Influence. The hydra is going to put your ankles to your ears and slide in every inch of justice into every orifice you currently possess. Unless you DON’T GET CAUGHT. Whatever heraldry you fly, whatever group you belong to, whatever tune you dance to, let this be your Mantra. DGC.
Or Do.
Fuck You,
Zod
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