meaning

Meaning. Once the noise is removed and the ego has not driven you to conceive battles to be yours that you could not possible solve you are left in the midst of a longing for something clearer. Meaning, or purpose outside of the concocted lies of certainty that provide security but not truth. The search for truth seems to be losing battle. With this bleak perspective as the backdrop I still choose to press on.

life

There is no preparation for this thing called life. All you ultimately receive is the bullshit understandings of other who don't know what the fuck they are doing either. The certainty with which  fools speak should scare us all.

fear

They force choices. The role that fear plays in the exploits of the psyche. If they own the fear they own us. What does it mean to be fearless? Is it possible to fearless unless you embrace the unknown? The unknown can be considered a prison. A prison that gives you certainty but steals the only thing that matter in this life... Possibility... Possibility is freedom. The lies are all connected to given us pathways so that we are easier to control and keep in the database. When we hold onto the possibilities we remain free. Remain free from the entanglements of simplistic lies from the overseers

fake deepness

The fake deepness highlights the shallow pool we are all swimming in. What the fuck does that mean? It means that wisdom or intellect has become another pointless commodity that holds not significance outside of the marketplace. It is all utter bullshit.

Fuck Working People

Those who sale their labor enter into an exploitative relationship. Surplus is value and cutting corners when it comes to your livelihood is the goal. Every system in America is debt creator. Once in debt they own us. Debt slavery is real and working people are never expected to be free. The system is fucked and unfair and needs to be overthrown. They should be nothing about this rotten system that is allowed to stand because its ability to stand is correlated with foundational backs of working people.

what would happen

What would happen if things were perfect? If the things I rail against were made straight? What would be left after raging against the machine? I am not sure I have cultivated a consciousness that is aware of the light could present. The darkness seems to be make more sense. The failures of existence make more sense to me. I am not sure what it would like to live in a space other than this one that seems to be sparked by cynicism

sham democracy

This is a sham democracy. The leaders our in the pockets of the powerful. The powerless are amused and distracted by wedge issues and ism are provided to frustrated people whose life chances have diminished. We are grasping at tribalism because they intentionally rigged the game so the tribalism offer the illusion of power. There is no power for the bottom class unless the bottom class unite and overturns the whole shit. Your tribalism and weak nationalism can't save you. The economy is global. The financial interest our global and the belief that some past it's prime nationalism is going to do anything other than give crumbs to a starving alienate body politic is pointless. If the solutions come from the top they are no solutions they are attempt at silencing the rage. Let the rage breathe and see what the rage can produce. Get use to the discomfort as opposed to coveting the comfort of peaceful oppression. We must revolt.

Zombies

The Zombie existence has been normalized. I don't know how you escape from the zombie induced societal context that we toil in. This is a raw deal. However, the raw deal is better than the unknown so we clutch desperately to this raw deal like it is something more beautiful.

ugly place

I am sad to live in this world. It is so ugly. The way we treat each other. The destruction we bring to ourselves and the planet. It is just ugly and everyday can remind of the ugliness. The ugliness is front and center unless we have numbed ourselves to the concerns of the trivial. Maybe, the trivial is all that matters. It just seems that the larger thing of importance have the potential to damage our attempts at trivial meaning. The world is simply an ugly place.