SHOCK.THE.SYSTEM. Member/Developer. Let's flip the track. Bring the old school back.

You say you want a revolution
SHOCK.THE.SYSTEM. Member/Developer. Let's flip the track. Bring the old school back.
Became a member of SHOCK.THE.SYSTEM. on 08-21-2023.
Are you here right now? Are you dead? Are you experiencing both life and death at the same time? Is this point in time just a frame of mind of the observer? Can one live in two frames at once?
Water splashes….
Camera One. Camera Two. Camera One. Camera Two. It’s funny. It’s from Wayne’s World. You got two cameras in your skull both feeding to the same interpreter. Do you think they see things differently? Are those two wet soggy bits of flesh actually reporting what is actually going on around you? Are they returning an altered view of reality that other people don’t see?
What if what I experience as a monster is how other people see a normal person and vice versa. Wow, it feels like high school philosophy club all over again. You think you’re so deep. You’re not. You’re about as shallow as the puddle flowing down the drain. Is it time to give up my child musings and face reality?
Did I just hear the doorbell ring? Was it something in the background of the music I’m listening to? Was it just in my head? Did I create it myself?
You’ve come back, ready to play my most wicked game. You’re more courageous than most. Most don’t want to wade this deep. The world outside seems strange now, something’s off. There’s something off inside me. I’m wasting my life behind this screen. I’m slowly killing myself behind this screen. For what? Just to survive? What’s the point of survival when it all means nothing in the end? What am I waiting for? From void to void, that’s the way it goes. I don’t make the rules. That starchild still looks down at a waking world. What is my true purpose?
Is that you out there? Are you reading this? Are you the person this was meant for? Is anyone really out there? Is it time to give up? Is it time to move forward?
Tick….Tick….Tick…..
That’s your life. I’m stealing it. These words are worthless, futile, and empty gestures. See, I just stole more. You seem to like it. You keep reading. Who knows what you’ll find down the line? There’s an ant outside that’s felt years go by since you started reading this. There’s someone in cryosleep traveling to a distant star. They’ll never live this moment. You’ll be long dead by the time they reach their destination. Everything you’ve done will be gone someday, and it will be like you never even existed. What is truly the purpose of living?
Someone is looking back that I don’t quite recognize. This is who I am? This person staring back at me? This is the mirrored version of what the world around me sees? What’s that out of the corner of my eye? Is that movement? Is somebody there? Are there people all around me, watching, waiting? What is this shadow world that seems to permeate reality?
Wake up…...
I lie awake with the TV on. I can’t sleep without it. I need that background noise to block out the white noise of the universe, the white noise that talks back to you. There’s no one there. I know it’s just me. There’s probably no one anywhere. It’s probably just me. This whole world, this whole universe, is probably just a construct of my mind. A part of me believes that, but I know that I can’t think about it too much. If you start believing it with your whole mind, you become insane. The only way to break free is to go insane. I’m just trying to keep a logical mind. I know logically that none of the things I hear or see in the dark are real.
What’s the difference between something being real and something not being real if you’re the observer, and you can’t ever prove anything outside yourself?
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