The female psyche is to be raped and then to kill herself. The male is raped everyday in casual perverse misery and finds hate only for himself. To reason with the world is a practice in futility. Only the moment is real, and the future is a slow, illogical, unjustifiable wound. Everyone who still has a soul is dying. Souls feel scarce now – as if the Mormon God has spent his seed and gone hollow. What remains is a poor amalgamation of NPC droids fostering each other in an unknowable plan, for people too daft to desire understanding. We live inside a vast upside-down pyramid. Everything we call “righteous” is a Satanic inversion of truth – each pinprick sinking us a little further toward total aversion to God. The ultimate end – the final solution of being – is a chorus lacking harmony, a measure removed from tempo and notation, an individualistic racket of pure dissonance: every horn blasting, every flute and piccolo trying its darndest to match the volume. I hate it – a societal race to the bottom. “I’m the most this; I am the most that”. Everyone is dying. It is a free-flowing cascade of rampant uncertainty that results in the certainty of self-provoked, self-necessitated death. The “system” demands a sacrifice at the altar of Ba’al; it demands that the few of your name die by hellfire and brimstone. It demands blanketed sin and unabashed, unrelenting noise. Everything is roped into a desire for more hatred and ill-informed scorn. “Hate, hate, hate” – a battle cry for relentless, and more importantly, uncalled-for difference. What of her? The widow of the masses, the relinquished companion of man itself? Nothing. She thinks nothing of brazen torment. It is a dead rodent – blissfully ignorant and a condescending fixture of our inverted, obtuse, fatalistic society. She thinks nothing. Male suicide is as much a day-to-day occurrence to her as pedicures and irreverent Wicked ads. Advertise meaninglessness as a gospel of abortion and welfare states – to the endlessly ignored. It is an ever-flowing honey. It is a cow to milk forever. It is a narcissism that assumes everything while presenting nothing but criticism without solution. They despise vanilla. They despise normal, healthy repetition, base interest – favoring instead abject horror and daily metaphysical violation. Everything is nothing and nothing is rape – the bad rape – as apposed to clickable, farmable, uncastigatable rape. This is a world without teachers and without law, and all they want is comprehensive castration.