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Became a member of SHOCK.THE.SYSTEM. on 08-21-2023.
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Twilight Zone
Twilight Zone
Imagine, if you will, that your existence began in a white room. There's a dispenser on the wall that fills up a cup with all the sustenance you need to survive.
You have a TV and a Nintendo (NES) game console in the room with one game, Super Mario Bros. Your entire life is spent drinking the liquid coming out of the dispenser. Very early, you learned that when you drank it, you no longer felt any discomfort in your mid region.
You slowly start poking and prodding at the game console until you can finally get it working and visuals appearing. Whether this took you days, months, or years, you don't know. You don't even know what those things are.
The strange symbols on the screen make no sense to you, but after a while you learn the game and you go with the flow. You're getting pretty good at it because you're seeing things you've never seen. If you mess up, it seems to start over. You don't like starting over. You want to see more.
One day, the game seems to start over without you making any mistakes. What did that mean? You sit there and look around. You're now tired of the game. You played without error, yet you're right back at square one.
How old are you? You don't even know what age is. You have been puzzled by the reflection on the screen. The longer you played the more it changed. You don't even really know what a reflection is so you just thought it was part of the game.
The things you play with now hurt. The sustenance has become bland tasting, it's no longer filling. Do you know what death is?
Behind The Wheel
Behind The Wheel
It’s all hopeless, isn’t it.
*screeching tiresLife’s like a car crash. Yeah, I know. Even I’m falling for postmodern tropes now. You start up, and you’re going pretty slow and steady. You look around at all the world. It’s a beautiful world out there. The houses look like they were cut straight out of classic cottage painting. It all makes sense. Your eyes are wide, taking it all in.
The car starts going a little faster, you’re pedal pushing down. You only want to grow up. You want to make your own decisions. Now out your car windows, you’re seeing the boarded up homes. You’re seeing the people living in tents on the sidewalk. You could do so much better than the people running the show now. You’re only just starting out, and even you know better.
You push the pedal down more, and the houses move by faster, the years drop like dead flies. Now you’re staring down the tunnel of old age, the end as black as the soul of a military contractor. You’ve done nothing to make the world a better place. If anything, you’ve made it worse.
This whole ride was a mistake, your whole life was. The urge to push the pedal down even harder and crash into the retaining wall becomes almost unbearable. I’m tired.
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Cave Walls
Cave Walls
A while ago, I thought I knew everything. I saw the shadows on the cave wall and knew that was everything.
Knowing. Knowing is a strange word. Knowing something is true and something being true are entirely independent of one another.
I used to see the world the way I was trained to see it. I only looked at what I was trained to look at.
Knowing is sweet though, as bountiful as a drenching summer rain.
Knowing and looking down on the plebs who don't know feels both exhilarating and defeating.
You're so much wiser than them, yet they will never take your wisdom when you offer it.
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In Time
In Time
What are you doing later?
Time is weird. It's really weird. When you're growing up, years seem to last forever. It's because you're constantly learning, your routine is constantly changing. Even though you go to school every day, there's still some excitement of what might happen, the people you might meet.
Then it happens.
You're grown up. You're stuck at a dead-end job you hate, selling yourself just to survive. Days fly past, but then they also seem to drag without end. I think that's because while we're at work, it is just numbing. All that time at work seems to coalesce together. Every day is exactly the same. There's nothing more to learn. You do your job, and then you might have 4 or 5 hours before you have to go to bed and then start it all again.
What is it all for?
Life is so long, but I know when it's over I'll wish it was just a little longer. The paradox of living is something I can't quite ever wrap my mind around. We look to each new day as the day when things finally change, and each day we come to terms that there's no way out.
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Mojo Rising
Mojo Rising
There's lots of different versions of me. Sometimes I'm you. It's so awesome when I'm you. You don't know how good you have it. So carefree. So uninhibited.
When you're me, you know it's hell. Nobody would want to be me. I am nobody.
Sometimes I've long since been deceased, my body rotting in a coffin somewhere. Sometimes I'm just being born. I'm just seeing the lights of the world after being ripped from the void without any consent.
The void awaits us all. Whether you want to call that God or not is up to you. You're already there, right now. This is just a memory of you reading this post. We're all already there. We've been there since the beginning, and we'll still be there at the end.
When I try to remember the void, all I can remember is calmness, like the slow crashing waves rolling up on the shore of a psychedelic island. It's peaceful there. There's no fighting, no ego. We are one collective unit.
This life is just going through the motions. The script has already been written. It's been written since the beginning. The dominos have been falling for billions of years and look who we have here. It's you. I always knew it would be you.
You were the one who was supposed to read this. How you take it, I have no idea. I'm just a madman, and you should ignore my ramblings.
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