Nothing as it seems

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Nothing is as it seems.

I am just an ordinary man. The infant next to me is just an ordinary dead baby. Raped and drugged mother. A hopeless situation. I am just an ordinary doctor. I do not fight for lives because my opponent does not exist. Who am I fighting? The mother had white horns on her forehead. Flowers replaced her genitals and I understood why we bury the dead six feet under.

Everything is a simulation, a bad representation, a murdering image, a very sharp or very blurry mirror of everything else.

Nothing is as I dream.

Feelings, emotions, ecstasy, all end up being twisted by Fate’s irony and I call them my Passion, and they crown me as their king. I reign over them miserably. They are not real.

There was never anything called real.

The individual is a myth.

All parodies lack humor.

All secrets are known.

I am known to all.

No one ever experiences me and I always experience everyone.

No one is as they seem.

Live every moment as if it were your last.

He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say. We’ll miss him. We are gonna miss him. They all said.

Live every moment as if you were going to live it again and again and again. To begin again and again and again. To end again and again and again. A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

She told us almost a century ago that Sugar is not a vegetable.

Today I know that we cannot digest fibers. This means that if you swallow corn as they are, they will appear in your shit the same way they entered your mouth. Your mouth is just the other end of your anus. Don’t suck too hard from either end.

The good carpenter suffered for the friend who died after him. The carpenter never finished a table. Two days later I saw horses in the city among cars, blindfolded, shitting. I did not see corn.

Two lovers make one bread. He said that one craves your mouth, your voice, your hair. He said you are the only one that can nourish me. He said that you can show me something real. I saw you, I did not crave your mouth, your voice, your hair and I lost faith in my lover.

She let me watch porn videos so I can do the same for her. I gasped every time I watched. She slept and I was petrified every time I slept with her.

Disney land is full of adults. The ‘real’ world is full of little children. Where would you rather be? Where would you rather live?

What flower? What rock, what smoke showed you were I live? You came and no one will ever love as we did. It’s ancient and it is extinct. Gone and empty. Only a memory. Feels more like an illusion. We Love. We start to love the love. We start to fear the love and love the love. We end up fearing love and its subject.

Did you not sacrifice your son? Why are your hands all bloody? But I forgot that your hands fed the roots, but now I see your fingertips bloom, he said. It is natural peace. The peace which passeth understanding. It is all about the rebirth. When the light was moist, I felt the drop of dew on my tongue and cheek. When it entered my eye I saw your son in fear still alive, and you in love, dead. I bowed down to a statue and your love accused me. Your son’s fear empathized with me. We fear. We start to fear the fear. We start to love the fear and fear the fear. We end up loving fear and its subject

Furious fear and sorrowful love. All passionate, crucifixes. It is not real.

We are all living in one big museum. Buy and sell. Live and act and perform. The world around us is one big Mausoleum.

Nothing is as it seems.

Nothing is as I dream.

Nothing is real.

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One thought on “Nothing as it seems

  1. Eman

    “Feelings, emotions, ecstasy, all end up being twisted by Fates irony and I call them my Passion, and they crown me as their king. I reign over them miserably. They are not real.” – My favourite part.
    *thumbs up*

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