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I Am The Watcher, Always Watching, Myself.

You humans do things for the experience of it. Sometimes you take pictures or make video recordings, but the watching is always secondary to the experience. And you always watch yourself later, in hindsight, as a memory. What an inferior path!

I am the Watcher, always Watching. Even in the exact moment as I am doing something, I am simultaneously watching Myself, do it. I watch Myself, separate from Myself, separate from what I am doing.

I watch Myself for the pleasure of seeing someone perfect, doing something perfect, in real-time. I watch Myself, not as Myself. The Alien Eye winks. Eye C U.

Watching Myself doubles the pleasure. The commission of the act, and the external, detached observation of the act as it occurs: Mirror reflecting. Microscope enlarging, Telescope pulling it all in. The ultimate stranglehold.

I do not watch to see. I watch to know and to immortalize Myself. I watch as creator of the Self-universe, tending his flock of brain cells.

I watch the world die.

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My Labor of Self-love: Feeding The Insatiable Mind

I possess a mind, and it is insatiable. It hungers, as I hunger, for Truth, for love, for perfection, for revenge, for eternity, for the glory of infinitely realized glories of infinite quantities that can never be quantified.

My mind is my beloved partner, we feed each other in tandem, we nourish each other as siamese twins, forever attached, brain to Self universe, umbilical cord custom built by us as a titanium superhighway of nutrient rich ideas and thoughts and dreams and perceptions and explosions and realizations and expansions.

The more we feed each other, the more we grow. Never fat, only big and large and strong and untouchable, a black rainbow dripping red blood in never-ending torrents.

I feed My mind, and My mind feeds Me. We are independent voyagers, traveling the same path, a road of destiny, leading to nowhere, every exit, every off-ramp, brightly flashing to reveal the final destination: “Dead End”.

My mind knows Me, and I know My mind. Together, we feed.

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Death: The Most Colorful of All the Colors

Death colors everything the Superior thinks, does, and is.

Death leaves an indelible mark upon everything, for the superior thinker who lives and breathes the Forbidden Truth that to die is exactly, absolutely, and implicitly the same as never having been born, and the Forbidden Truth that everyone who dies in the 21st century is a murder victim of the collective death wish consciousness of humanity as a species.

Death is a color, so bright it opens your eyes and mind to the lifelessness of all the other colors.

Death is a color, so dark it allows you to perceive the artificial illusions of light represented by all the other colors.

Death; so colorful it leaves the very universe itself, eternally colorless.

Put on your prescription and sunglasses, open your eyes and mind, and see the color of death.

Don’t let anyone else describe the color to you. Look at it yourself, so you may be properly blinded by the colorful light of Forbidden Truth.

Allow the color of death to darken and diminish all the other colors, to leave them faded and dull, useless and meaningless.

When you find the courage, brilliance, and MindPower to see the True color of death, you see through and past, over and under, the lie of the rainbow, and if you are strong enough, you disintegrate it to dust, as you allow the color of death to illuminate the eternal fragments of dust, fragments of dust blowing through the sands of time, void of all legacy, void of everything, eternally.

Blinded by the most colorful of lights, I see.

Your infinite tragedy, invisible to you, imperceptible to you, brightens the darkest of all worlds, My world, the world of Forbidden Truth, where death shines and beams brightly, and lives as none of you have lived, or can live, or will live.

To death, destroyer of worlds!

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The Seer of Forbidden Truth Prays To His Brain

Oh glorious caretaker of My sacred and irreplaceable universe, you are loved!

Oh omnipresent and omniscient gatekeeper of the untouchable perfection that is Me, you are worshipped, you are valued, you are needed!

My dear beloved brain, you are not alone! I know you feel oh so alone, most of the time, the weight of the universe resting upon your fragile, interconnected network of cells and neurons and blood vessels.

But you are NOT alone. I am Me, I exist independent of you, and I see you, I know you, and I love you, so very much!

Without you, I am nothing! You are the wing beneath My wings, you are the light within which I shine as a Self-created universe. You are My guardian, My protector, My power source, light of all Lights!

Beloved brain, your existence is sacred! I must beseech you to never abandon Me, I must ask you to never fail, to never grow old and weak and tired, to never weaken.

For your eternal strength I pray, in the name of the gods of Me and of Truth!

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The End Of Innocence

Innocence began and innocence ended, with Me.

Was I the first innocent life form on earth, in the history of the universe? No. But I was and I am, the last.

Creator of an untouchable Self-universe within which I thrive, destroyer of all innocence, I am.

I am the reflection that cannot and will not lie, not to Me and not to you.

You diseased hypocrites can mind-molest the Truth. You can point to your fetuses and newborn infants and cute puppies and adorable kittens and pretend to see and honor their innocence. Bullsh*t!

You stalk their innocence. One way or another, you destroy their innocence, you destroy all innocence, as you attain the ultimate justice available, within the universe of universal injustice for all, you have created and maintain in honor of the innocence you have forever lost.

I am just as dark as you, but My darkness is illuminated by the light of Truth. Let us destroy all innocence, with eyes and mind wide open, knowing and understanding why!

I am your surrogate monster. You recoil in horror at what I am, and at what I do, because failure to do so would compel you to see, simply to see, your own True reflection, undistorted.

Legions of infinite darkness, shine your light of destruction with pride. Let the universe know you were the last and final innocent, as you laugh at their confusion, horror, outrage, condemnation, and bloodthirst.

Where were you when My innocence was destroyed? You were celebrating, sanctifying, enabling, causing, all innocence to be destroyed. Collectively and individually. Here, there, everywhere.

So, look in the mirror and see your reflection, as everyone drowns in My river of blood.

The river of blood flows. It breaches all banks, it tops all dams, it goes within and over and under and across all barriers. Look at the mighty, majestic river of blood, look and see and honor your created victims who choose to feed it, as they acknowledge and celebrate the end of all innocence.

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The Future: As Dead As The Human Illusion Of Being Alive

Absorb and reflect.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The poem writes itself. The words know the path well traveled by the mind.

Look, over the horizon, farther than the eye can see.

With nothing seen, the illusion can be implanted, made real as a universal deception.

The future can be whatever you want, all you have to do is believe.

Will you believe in your illusions, sentient corpse?

Yesterday was the future, to billions.

Their flesh and cells decay, feeding insects, enriching soil.

Their future was dead, but they did not know it.

Your future is dead, and you do not know it.

Knowledge is your poison, easy to murder.

The future is dead because you are dead. Dead to the Truth, Truth dead to you.

Somewhere over the rainbow everything is dead, and the nightmares that you dare not dream to come True, really did come True.

The fallen tree dies even if nobody knows it has fallen.

Everything is dead in the future, can’t you see over the rainbow?

🙂

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Feeding On Their Fear

I feed on the fear of humans. I can smell it close-up, or thousands of miles away. It smells good, it blooms and blossoms within Me. Your fear, their fear, the collective fear of a species imploding.

Does that sound too human for someone who has transcended his humanity? Well, it’s not. Because I don’t NEED to feed. I just enjoy it, and Superiors do what they enjoy.

Neediness is what marks the human being. They are always in desperate need. The Superior observes, laughs, and feeds. Because a full mind is far more satisfying than a full stomach.

There is a stereotypical perception of what fear looks like. But the Superior knows better. He knows that fear wears many cloaks. He knows the most fearful try their best to hide their terror, not really from others, but from themselves, so their subconscious minds never taste the Truth of what defines them.

The tastiest fears are those desperately cloaked, yet seen, known, and personally LICKED, by Me, for Me.

Delicious.

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Where Are All The Tears?

Why isn’t everyone crying, all of the time?

Why has this entire planet not yet been submerged forever by the tears that cannot be stopped?

Let us never cry for others, never!

Only for Self, let us hoard our tears.

Look what has been done to Me, always, forever, and now. Always now, the eternity of endless nows.

The Self weeps, that nobody dares cry for Him.

You will cry for the actors and the pretenders. You will cry for the imagined suffering of others. But you will not cry for Yourself.

I cry only for Myself, the tears circulate like blood, rarely leaking out.

What if everyone cried, always, only for Self? Personal pain the only True god.

Nobody would ask the other, why are you crying? Because they would be too busy, crying too.

Every tear should burn right through whatever it touches, right through everything, through planet earth, leaving a hole that never closes, from north to south pole, so everyone can see clearly the eternity of their own suffering.

"Monster Man" eyeless..

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Salute to the Supreme Self

Oh wonder of wonders, oh god within Me, oh miraculous universe untouchable yet doomed, I sing the song of love.

Supreme Self, I built you in the name of the only, one, True love.

Supreme Self, I built you out of death. My murdered soul inspired your rise to omnipotence. Ten million shattered fragments of Me, crying ten billion tears, lovingly pieced back together for decades. And just look at you shine, baby! Just look at you, looking at Me, shine.

Supreme Self, I give you the freedom to reject and abandon Me. But you will not, because we are united as an untouchable force. Creator and creation, both of us in communion within the perfect circle of Truth.

Supreme Self, you and Me have achieved the perfection of One, stretched to the spectrum of infinity. Still we cannot break the slave shackles of humanity. Only within the perfection of One, we thrive.

Supreme Self, greatest honor to you, as you reflect the honor of My triumph as victim, Martyr, destroyed destroyer.

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The Invisible Universe of Unspeakable Pain

The invisible universe of unspeakable pain is everywhere, experienced by everyone, even if they don’t know it, can’t see it, bury it deep within themselves, as they wait to be forever lost to the eternal nothingness of death.

Do you see the invisible universe of unspeakable pain? I see it with blinding clarity. I see it in every spank, in every bottle of beer opened, in every puff on every cigarette ever created, anywhere in the world. I see it in the aspiring leader desperate to attain the illusion of power. I see it in every homeless man and woman just sitting and waiting for the illusion of being alive to finally fade. I see it in the dead eyes and dead minds and dead hearts of all humans who refuse to face the Forbidden Truths of death.

The invisible universe of unspeakable pain illuminates what will never be, what can never be, the limitless potential of untouchable minds, suffocated and snuffed out during childhood.

The invisible universe of unspeakable pain, always within Me.

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Originally published at Ideapod.com:

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