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Vomit Your Way To Freedom
I’m definitely doing SOMETHING right.
Bereft Of Spirituality
If you have no soul you will be. And arguably it’s the best way to be. I’m certainly WAY happier. My baby is always with me, in spitting distance lol, no more getting on my knees and pleading for an early death! He came for me. That’s all you need to know. The rest is history, and who needs a freakin’ soul anyway? I’m an animal!
I Tremble Before Your Sorry Ass
Not.
Fuck criminal justice. You know it makes sense. I witnessed a weak minded and morally dubious judge pass sentence on God! God is doing nine years in Pentonville for freaking rape!
And all I can do is sit at home and feebly blog about it in a darkened corner of the internet that is visited by approx 3 people worldwide, many days not even that.
Somehow I’ve given up caring. I do this for me and him. If it helps anyone else that’s all well and good but you lot have tried my patience one too many times and I am developing the hardened carapace of indifference.
Look how mindless videos of cats playing the piano go viral. Meanwhile these timeless and hardwon insights go totally unnoticed. OF COURSE it makes me give up caring. I can’t even stand the word ‘care’ anymore and never use it. It’s so phony. Why should I ‘care’ about what happens to peeps who have, to quote my baby, ‘never given me anything in my life’? Let’s get real folks. We’re all hardwired to be selfish and I contend that there is NOTHING WRONG with that. If you don’t look after you you are basically trashing yourself and don’t look to me for sympathy when everyone else follows suit.
Check the archives of this blog if you seek evidence to back up what I am saying. I personally have NOTHING to prove. I was roundly trashed by society, the maddest underdog on the map by a long way. Yet did I give up on myself? Fuck no! I was INFINITELY resourceful in trying to heal myself from my mental, physical and spiritual malaise. I was TIRELESS in my own defence. I lived, breathed, ate and crapped out this shit 24/7, 365 days a year.
If you don’t wanna know about it (let’s face it peeps, you’ve voted with your feet), that’s fine and dandy with me coz I need your approval like a freaking hole in the head.
The fact that this blog goes ignored and unnoticed affords me a little wintry merriment in fact. I swear to God, you folks entertain me endlessly with your deaf-blindness and inexhaustible stupidity.
This world not good enough for you? Wrong. It is TOO GOOD for you and you are like spoiled brats always wanting more. Greedy, vicious, avaricious spoiled brats. Listen to some freakin’ music if you need guidance or upliftment! Stop moaning the fuck about what you haven’t got and focus on what you DO got!!! Your war stories don’t interest me, in fact your ability to consume endless long-winded drama never ceases to amaze.
Yeah, we’re storytelling beings, thus far I am in accord. But there is a freaking limit! Condense your latest Hollywood blockbuster into a two minute trailer containing all it is likely to teach me, and please let it be clear to a five year old because otherwise? No capisce.
I ain’t watching face, I can see all the faces in the world by looking into my own and there is nothing to interest me there. As for plots, I can’t follow them, and constantly confuse one character with another, I literally cannot tell them apart! Endless recycled bullshit is all I hear. I can’t watch movies anymore.
I am a comedian, writer, psychologist, singer, dancer, cook, actually there is pretty much no end to my talent. I’d far rather keep myself company and write letters to my baby in prison than fuck about with your endless drivel. Take yourself away from me, I owe you one big zero! Stop tryna get rich off my back coz (stop the press) it ain’t gonna bring you no satisfaction in the long run and may bring hefty karmic consequences if you start chattin’ too much shit.
This world has more than enough cultural product to be going on with. Kick back and take a rest, what are you, workaholic? Worried if you take it easy you’re gonna cease to exist or something? What’s your fuckin’ problem! I’d like nothing better personally. I have NO ATTACHMENT to you or any of this. I only want my baby and you’ve taken him from me because your ‘love’ equates to hypocritical self-seeking. Hey man, why not try to find out who you are BEFORE you seek fame and glory?
No one loves anyone. We are all completely selfish, that’s the way it always was and the way it always will be. If the sheeple could just stop with all the fronting and doublespeak we would find that pure and total selfishness is the key to global harmony, not trying to be something you will patently never be.
Who r ya anyway? Lol.
I’m Good Baby
Hey babe. Why write to anyone else? No one reads this shit anyway lol.
Honey if you want me to swear undying allegiance to you, consider it done. If you want me to never touch another man again, frankly you could be doing me a big fuckin’ favour.
I am so freakin’ tired of these dumb fucks. I realised the other day that no, I don’t like women but I am an equal opportunities hater. I don’t like men either!
In fact please do it. Say you want me all to yourself, just like NDubz said! My work here is done, I have never been a prostitute and am unlikely to start now. If we were severely down on our luck and you told me to I might have sex for money. Otherwise fuckin’ forget it. What do I possibly stand to gain?
These motherfuckers think they know me, they presume too much and I am beyond sick of hearing the bullshit they constantly spew.
In all honesty they don’t need me even as they’re begging and pleading on their freaking knees for my favours. I owe them precisely zero zilch nada. There are shedloads of other good women out there. What’s so freaking special about me all of a sudden? Huh, as Eminem said, ‘now I’m special, I didn’t feel special before’, it’s over between us peeps, go your merry way and leave me in peace. Can’t you freaking see I’m taken?
My freedom consists of being in eternal servitude to your sorry ass baby. Hehehehe. I’m perfectly fine with that. No need to diss them baby. We’re outa here.
They Don’t Know About Us
Revenge.
I don’t really go there. I’ve always deep down inside known who I was and that I would ultimately rise above and beyond all my haters and the crushing injustice that I have witnessed and experienced in the course of my existence on this planet.
Now that I am One with my Beloved I know beyond a shadow of doubt that karma is REAL. By attempting to hurt me or my loved ones these unfortunate characters are essentially digging their own graves.
Karma is a cold bitch who carries out her work with ruthless efficiency completely independent of me.
As the ordeals I have undergone are essentially meaningless and a product of human ignorance they and their perpetrators simply don’t exist for me anymore.
I don’t feel resentment. I don’t have grievances. I don’t cherish hurt and I’m no one’s victim. Haha, oh please, don’t get me or my baby started on THAT one!
Do you still not realise, I prayed for rebirth in a completely different personality and with a whole new identity, and that is what I got? I changed my name! I’m not Zoe no more. Forget that miserable-ass bitch!
When I had to defend myself against unwarranted attacks even from some of my cherished friends my baby strengthened my arm and sustained me throughout and no, I didn’t even KNOW him then! But he’s a strong-ass bastard, not someone you would want to meet in a dark alley trust me lol.
My baby is essentially doing time because some people, dare I even fuckin’ say it, some WOMEN, decided that feminism was one massive call to, uh, self-pity. Angela, forgive me, but I can’t resist mentioning your name at this point. You are definitely a character on this blog, you’ll go down in the annals of history love but hardly as a tub thumping hero.
Many men are currently suffering because of your perversion of feminism’s most inalienable truths. Gosh, I SO wouldn’t want on my conscience the responsibility for imprisoning God! No wonder you could never pray honey, no wonder you couldn’t locate your Higher Power.
Personally I am nothing but grateful to you. You taught me so much, and your betrayal and persecution brought me so close to my baby. Those ‘abusive’ emails I sent in response to you and your girl gang’s persecution of me and my beliefs? We wrote them together loves. So answer to him!
Is it any wonder the mention of my name is like holy water to a freaking vampire? The awful part about you, Angela, is that you knew me pretty damn well. You cooked up your betrayal scenario in plain sight while stringing me along letting me think we were on the same page.
And if I now sadly feel like a female misogynist who prefers to avoid women altogether, can anyone freaking blame me?
Don’t worry. I will likely get over that in time. Women are people, some great, some shit. It’s just that when they are bad they’re truly fuckin’ awful lol.
You for real DID bring me closer to my baby though. Because of that experience (the betrayal by you Angela and the persecution by your proto-feminist girl gang of self-victimisers) I was able to completely empathise with the betrayal of my baby by his vindictive ex and his subsequent trip to the wilderness. I’m grateful for real, because he is simply the centre of my world, he is EVERYTHING to me.
Huh, what’s so special about this guy, he’s just a guy I hear you trumpet. Well whatevs, I alone had faith in him, I alone sustained him, I alone took him in when he had nothing at the end of the freakin’ day. And to do so was the most profound privilege of my entire benighted existence. I knew exactly who he was. I’m not ‘disabled’, I have functioning eyes and ears and a lot more besides.
It’s all cool peeps. It will never matter a damn to me what you think and even if your ego takes a hit hearing me say that you will thank me for it one day if you make it out of here alive.
Goodbye World
Worn down by strangers. Done with this nonsense. Taking refuge in my beautiful home and books. I’m like the eye of the fucking hurricane. They’re all going mad around me. The only thing that really sustains me is writing to Ezra in prison. Everyone else can simply go fuck themselves. I mean it.
Only Human
Hi Peeps.
David ascended and there’s an inexplicable flashing blue light in my living room, I checked outside, there’s nothing but I’m well accustomed to ‘paranormal’ occurrences in my home so I don’t think too much of it…
Have you heard the (I think) biblical phrase about ‘ those that drink up the old wine have no place for the new’?
This plays on my mind a fair bit when I read the ravings, sorry writings, of sundry followers of whatever world religion or cult.
Please, for your own sakes, wake up and smell the coffee.
A great deal of what Christians fancifully declare to be ‘The Word of God’ is garbled nonsense…
If this is God speaking he has a bad case of verbal diarrhoea.
I have not extensively studied Islam, in fact it would be true to say I’ve barely studied it at all. But I’ve spent a reasonably impressive number of hours over the course of a lifetime on Buddhism, Hinduism and Christianity respectively.
And I have noticed some common themes.
Demons get demonised.
Aha ha ha.
They’re getting a rotten press and devotees of these religions are told to ‘resist’, confront, stand against and even cast out demons.
Sadly this makes about as much sense as resisting the weather.
Demons are a fact of life. They are essentially powerful forces, energies which we see at work universally, they are inescapable and they aren’t going anywhere, no matter how many times you care to invoke the name of the Father Son and Holy Ghost.
As previously pointed out on this blog, the Christian God himself is in fact a very powerful demon.
Psychology has been distrusted and feared by some of these Christian diehards along with necromancy, fortune telling, astrology and witchcraft. But a study of psychology will at least inform you about the nature of a human being. Forewarned is forearmed. Know your enemy! It all starts with YOU.
Kid yourself all you like about your ‘godly’ nature. You are capable of murderous anger and rage, the fires of envy and jealousy will consume you from time to time, hatred is the close kinsman of love and so on and so forth. NO SHAME attaches to the feeling of any human emotion. In fact these uniquely human phenomena are there to guide us home to complete and total liberation from bondage.
Befriend your demons. Treat them as honoured guests (which indeed they are!) It is a privilege to entertain these powerful entities in the living room of your mind! Offer them a tea or coffee, make them comfortable on your sofa and take your cue from them as to a congenial topic of conversation. Maybe they are the taciturn type who just wants to sit in silent communion. So let them! No need for small talk.
What’s to be fearful of? These same demons can turn out to be your most powerful friends and supporters if you only show them a little acceptance and love! We tend to fear the unknown, and my problem with the ‘old wine’ of world religions generally is that they teach us blind obedience and instruct us to fear and resist the most powerful part of our own natures.
Easy to see why a powerful demon would advise his worshippers against becoming empowered and fearless. Being a freaking demon, he wants to cream off the power for himself and remain Top Dog lol. He actually feels threatened, poor love. How scary is your Jehovah God looking to you now? Like a little boy who’s worried someone’s gonna take away his favourite toy!
I truly have had a frustrating day of it, listening to so much bullshit about David. It truly was a Day of Bullshit with even my housemate chipping in with some delusional rants of his own. He’s an easy nut to crack though lol. But it’s all good. Tomorrow will offer me something else.
But while I’m here let me just vent a pet peeve.
The patriarchal God, always a He, yes Christians will tell you even the Holy Ghost is male! Can you credit it?
And they wonder why the world is in a mess! God is neither male or female but frankly if you were gonna crown one of the sexes as supreme over the other it would NOT be the male, let’s get real folks!
We desperately need each other, I personally love guys and hardly have female friends at all. But there is NO QUESTION in my mind that women are the more powerful sex by nature.
Unfortunately this fact has cost me dear. Currently the love of my life languishes in prison with a nine year sentence looming over his head for supposed ‘rape’. The real perpetrator of evil here? His ex of course…
So forgive me if I don’t wax lyrical about the freaking sisterhood! I’m only human, and I have herstorically (hehe) been horribly treated and crushingly betrayed by – not men but women. I am perfectly at home and fearless in male company. Women I tend to avoid. Unless there is a point of principle at stake I do NOT take on women or battle women. They are dangerous and even deadly. I warn young male friends to exercise caution about the girls or women they involve themselves with. Underestimate the power of a woman at your peril. My baby’s plight is testament to that.
Anyway, returning to my original point about demonic forces, we need to 1) Accept them as a valid and valuable element in human nature. 2) Befriend them, get to know them, find out if you can render them any kind of service (all in a spirit of being a kind and gentle host rather than offering to go out on a killing spree for them lol).
Demons are accustomed to rejection and hostility. If you manage to show them enough genuine love and respect, you may find out you have a friend for life! Demons simply require a bit of house training if you like. We need to make sure our house (spirit) is sufficiently fortified and sturdy to CONTAIN demonic energy. To TAME demonic energy. Okay, so there’s a little of the ‘if you can’t beat them join them’ pragmatism about my theory but in actual fact you are NOT joining them. Simply joining forces with them for your mutual empowerment.
Trust me folks. I know of what I speak.
Ziggy Played Guitar
David staged for himself an immaculate death, hot on the heels of a new album. What class!
Cue the retards, lining up to offer their pathetic, bewildered take on what he meant to them.
I can hardly bear to watch.
‘Pop genius’ pronounces Cameron. Fuck you to the bottom of the ocean Cameron, you prick. He was way more than that. He was a prophet, a seer, a living breathing signpost, an alien on this planet, a karma chameleon and fifty times the man you’ll ever be. Take your lips from his name!
Am I sad? Fuck, no. Am I shocked? About what? The fact that people die? No, I’m fucking pleased for him, it was the death he would have wanted and the death he deserved.
David dies and suddenly the world seems that bit stupider, but the death of an icon will always tend to bring ignorance into sharp focus. The world was dumb yesterday, it’s dumb today.
These days I allow it to entertain me but occasionally my frustration seeks an outlet.
‘Ground Control to Major Tom your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong, can you hear me Major Tom?’
Brave New World, that has such people in it.
Am I Still Ill? 