The rant of a psychopath.

“We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized, they were inside us. ” – Joker.

The world itself is just one big hoax.

Spamming with our running
commentary of bullshit
masquerading as insight, our
social media faking as intimacy.

Or is it that we voted for this?

Not with our rigged
elections, but with our things,
our property, our money.

I’m not saying anything new.
We all know why we do this,
not because some books, movies and lives of others makes us happy,
but because we wanna be sedated.

Because it’s painful not to pretend,
because we’re cowards.
Because we are afraid of being alone.
Because it’s the denial at work, we don’t understand that there’s never anyone there for us. But then it’s the denial itself that restricts us from the cruel reality. And we happily live in that delusion.

A world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind-altering chemicals in the form of… food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks.
We turned it off, reality, took out the batteries. We live in branded houses trademarked by corporations built on bipolar numbers jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You need to dig pretty deep, before you can find anything real
We pretend to be someone we aren’t. Someone that the person we are with wants. Someone that is likely to survive in the bullshit, who then becomes a part of it.

This the world we live in.
People relying on each other’s mistakes
to manipulate one another
and use one another,
even relate to one another.
A warm, messy circle of humanity.

We care about how we look, what people think of us, what is biased and what is not. What is true and what is not.
We are so lost in the fake interactions, worthless relationships, luxury of life, of trust.
Do we understand the purpose?
From a demand of equality, it has become a war for superiority, of sexes, and countless new ones are created due to various types of biasing in our society. We happily devote ourselves to fighting these wars, and believe they actually exist, the wars. It’s been awhile since we forgot the difference between equality and superiority. And call ourselves feminists on fighting the war for superiority. Just desperate for vengeance. Aren’t we?

We don’t think beyond our protective little circle that we have in our minds. We are too afraid to do so. And the one who does is a freak. A monster.
Not realising that we are on the verge of collapsing. We are hung up on political and lifestyles problems. All we care and aim about are our fantasies on what the world should be.
Every day,
We change the world, which is a nice thought,
until I think about how much do we change it.
To change the world in a way that means anything, that takes more time than most people have.
It never happens all at once.
It’s slow.
It’s methodical.
It’s exhausting.
We don’t all have the stomach for it.

There is good in this world. But sometimes it’s soo good that it scratches the part of my mind that doesn’t allow good to exist without condition. And I always figure that out, that condition. That’s what I do. I look for the worst in people.
Primal urges,
repressed memories,
unconscious habits.
They’re always there, always active, they’re our damons.
They’re my demons.

We can try to be right,
we can try to be good,
we can try to make a difference,
but it’s all bullshit.
‘Cause intentions are irrelevant.
They don’t drive us. Daemons do.
They don’t stop working.
They’re always active.
They seduce. They manipulate.
They own us.

And even though anyone’s with you.
We all must deal with them alone.
The best we can hope for–
the only silver lining in all of this–
is that when we break through,
we find a few familiar faces
waiting on the other side.
But then that’s hope. That’s delusion. That’s lie.
It always comes down to the choices. And now, if you understand what I am saying. You have another one. The one that lets you make your own rules. The one that makes you in the society’s view, mad.

But that’s all it takes to change the society. A maniac.

Maybe this is all intentional.
My subconscious, running in the background,
making me doubt what I am trying for people to believe in.
Turning me into the physical manifestation of my fear of being a… Goddamn waste.

Denial is a bitch.
Life is a delusion.
Fuck society.