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Giving Thanks, The Forbidden Truth Way

I am thankful to be sane, brilliant, and Superior enough to know I have nothing external of Self to be thankful for.

I am thankful to be courageous and Self-loving enough to have created within my Self-universe legitimate and glorious triumphs that are worthy of supreme Self-gratitude.

I am thankful for the limitless and untouchable love I create, manifest, hoard, and bestow upon Myself, at my will and command.

I am thankful for hate, delicious and nutritious elixir , bountiful and potent, the touch of torment, the magic of murder. Hate, the torrential downpour that never ends, never stops, feeds Me always, makes every moment as perfect as I choose to conceive it to be.

I am thankful for Truth, the one thing that has never let Me down. Truth, the highest pillar of mind purity, guiding light cutting like a hot knife through butter, into a world where it is hated and purged and driven out, driven out directly into my warm and loving embrace.

I am thankful to and for my brain, the god I created to save Me from humanity. My brain, charged with creating and maintaining an untouchable universe for Me to rule and to romp within and to orchestrate the end of humanity. And doing such a great job. Why must my lips be too short to kiss my brain?! Cruel fate! But there are so many other ways to say I love you, dearly beloved brain.

I am thankful to be alone, completely, utterly, absolutely alone. Forever disconnected in every way from every other living thing, but most profoundly and importantly, from every human. Every day my alien status grows and strengthens, a universe of One, having no peers, standing above all that claims to breath and think and feel.

Yes, I will give thanks today, as every day. But only in the name of Myself and the Truth. I will thank nobody else, nothing external of Me. I will thank no god and no government and no culture and no society and no structure.

For thanksgiving dinner, I will devour humanity.

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Pain Waits

The pain is everywhere, growing and expanding, echoing and reverberating, filling every pore and every cell.

All is calm as the pain rests, prepares to awaken, prepares to unveil and unleash itself.

Everyone wears their Acting Mask, everyone combs their hair, checks their clothing for wrinkles and stray cat hairs, rearranges their facial features to smile mode.

Conceal your pain, so demands The Matrix. Conceal it from Yourself, and conceal it from others. Everything will be alright, even though nothing has ever been alright.

Should I kiss you, or stab you? Should I hug you, or shoot you? Should I shake your hand, or cut it off with a chainsaw? Should I smile at you, or rip your smiling face to shreds with my carnivorous teeth?

Wear your mask, pay homage to the social trance that everything was, is, and will be, alright.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much.”

Small talk for small minds, minds ruled by pain.

Pain everywhere, patiently waiting, to be acknowledged and reflected.

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The Beauty of your Decay

The maggots will have to wait their turn. It is not time for them to feast, yet.

But I see your decay, your slow motion transformation from the illusion of vitality to the Forbidden Truth reality of flesh and bone, cell and membrane, disintegration.

It is beautiful to watch you change, the skin wrinkle, the muscles shrivel, the bones twist and knob.

You say you are only 22 and I must be in dire need of new and better glasses, as you primp and strut in front of the mirror.

But no, it is you who need better vision, crippled and doomed hag, preparing for a night of clubbing. It is you who lack the capacity to see and to know what you are, as proven by what you will be.

Stop trying to make yourself more beautiful, because every mask you don, from your Dermalogica Daily Superfoliant to your Manolo Blahnik Hangisi Jeweled Pumps, illuminates your decay.

It is so beautiful, to see and to know you as you are, to pierce your self-illusion.

Patiently, the maggots wait.

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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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