Dear readers (That means you)
I realise I have about 2 people on my friends list now and no one reads this anymore.
Electric Wizard - Funeralopolis:
"Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
I don't care, this world means nothing
Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb
Faceless masses filed like gravestones
Sacrificed for the glory of one
Funerary cities, flesh press factories
Corporate maggots feed on the carrion
Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse
Black clouds form to block out the sun
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Funeralopolis
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight..."
Ministry - Worm:
"Life sucks
And death is calling
Every day
I keep my chin up
But my spirit's falling
Every day
On and on and on and on
It goes
On and on and on and on
Last night
Won't see the morning
Every day
I see the sunset as an endless warning
Every day
On and on and on and on
It goes
On and on and on and on
Knife cuts
Thru all that I wanted
Every day
It's like living in a
House that's haunted
Every day
On and on and on and on
It goes
On and on and on and on
...and all is well in our world"
I've been very thoughtful recently about the past. What I am. What I have become.
I wonder, where would I be had I not found computers, would I be any better off now? I wouldn't be here writing this for sure.
Even before I found computers to be an escape I was completely socially inadequate. So maybe I'd have nothing. Just another drone, television zombie.
Where would other people be without me? Same fucking place. Thinking about it my current impact on anyones life is moot.
Everyone who used to know and respect me seems to have drifted away and my little sort of anchor to an existance at all is gone and I see through every one of my own actions and cringe at them and I've done a lot of wrong things in the past and you can't change them you're just stuck with a guilty conscience and the permanent crippling results of your actions.
It makes you think about existance, how little we are actually blessed, generally it's just pretense, sure it could be a lot fucking worse but the human condition isn't acceptable. This reality, why are we born into it? Why do we have so many little inner demons we have to fight or pleasure according purely to the social protocol of the day.
My current state isn't a good one, I have not much going for me and even less for it than what there is of it.
Blue Man Group - The Current
"And I’ve been thinking about the future
I’ve been waiting for the day
Let the current carry me far away
Let the current carry me away"
Yeah, so I look and I think...what do I have to look forward to now...getting old, watching my body decay and fail, probably dying alone.
Everything you actually do touch in this life is purely temporary eventually you'll be forgotten about and be truely dead. Think about a few hundred years ago, they don't know fuck all about most of the random people, a lot of what they do know is speculation. The fact is that nothing matters. Not a fucking thing. Suffering you cause other people, things you've said, done, created, invented. Your artwork, fuck the internet is full of peoples artwork you think people will document it all and savour is for ages?
So what is left for me in reality, is there a fucking thing I should really care about? Not really. Is it worth making an effort? Not really.
"HOWS YOUR FAITH THESE DAYS, FATHER?!"
The actual world we live in really in itself denies the existance of any God of love or powerful being who cares.
We're destroying our own world and we can't even see that because we just detach ourselves from it.
Whatever.
Fuck existance. Fuck humanity. Fuck you.
Electric Wizard - Funeralopolis:
"Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
I don't care, this world means nothing
Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb
Faceless masses filed like gravestones
Sacrificed for the glory of one
Funerary cities, flesh press factories
Corporate maggots feed on the carrion
Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse
Black clouds form to block out the sun
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid
Mausoleum, this world is a tomb
Human zombies, staring blank faces
No reason to live, dead in the womb
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance
Condemned to die before I could breathe
Millions are screaming, the dead are still living
This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis
Funeralopolis
Nuclear warheads ready to strike
This world is so fucked, let's end it tonight..."
Ministry - Worm:
"Life sucks
And death is calling
Every day
I keep my chin up
But my spirit's falling
Every day
On and on and on and on
It goes
On and on and on and on
Last night
Won't see the morning
Every day
I see the sunset as an endless warning
Every day
On and on and on and on
It goes
On and on and on and on
Knife cuts
Thru all that I wanted
Every day
It's like living in a
House that's haunted
Every day
On and on and on and on
It goes
On and on and on and on
...and all is well in our world"
I've been very thoughtful recently about the past. What I am. What I have become.
I wonder, where would I be had I not found computers, would I be any better off now? I wouldn't be here writing this for sure.
Even before I found computers to be an escape I was completely socially inadequate. So maybe I'd have nothing. Just another drone, television zombie.
Where would other people be without me? Same fucking place. Thinking about it my current impact on anyones life is moot.
Everyone who used to know and respect me seems to have drifted away and my little sort of anchor to an existance at all is gone and I see through every one of my own actions and cringe at them and I've done a lot of wrong things in the past and you can't change them you're just stuck with a guilty conscience and the permanent crippling results of your actions.
It makes you think about existance, how little we are actually blessed, generally it's just pretense, sure it could be a lot fucking worse but the human condition isn't acceptable. This reality, why are we born into it? Why do we have so many little inner demons we have to fight or pleasure according purely to the social protocol of the day.
My current state isn't a good one, I have not much going for me and even less for it than what there is of it.
Blue Man Group - The Current
"And I’ve been thinking about the future
I’ve been waiting for the day
Let the current carry me far away
Let the current carry me away"
Yeah, so I look and I think...what do I have to look forward to now...getting old, watching my body decay and fail, probably dying alone.
Everything you actually do touch in this life is purely temporary eventually you'll be forgotten about and be truely dead. Think about a few hundred years ago, they don't know fuck all about most of the random people, a lot of what they do know is speculation. The fact is that nothing matters. Not a fucking thing. Suffering you cause other people, things you've said, done, created, invented. Your artwork, fuck the internet is full of peoples artwork you think people will document it all and savour is for ages?
So what is left for me in reality, is there a fucking thing I should really care about? Not really. Is it worth making an effort? Not really.
"HOWS YOUR FAITH THESE DAYS, FATHER?!"
The actual world we live in really in itself denies the existance of any God of love or powerful being who cares.
We're destroying our own world and we can't even see that because we just detach ourselves from it.
Whatever.
Fuck existance. Fuck humanity. Fuck you.