Celebrating the Self-universe of Me

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I have spent the past 3-4 weeks obsessively re-reading all of My writings. All of them, millions and millions of words, from My 2000 page handwritten autobiography, to My 1989-1991 print zine, to the xerox copies of letters that I wrote and sent to pen-pal correspondents during that era, to My 10,000+ usenet newsgroup posts, made under numerous screen names, to My Main Manifesto, to My blog, and many other writings made to many other online forums, that will never be directly linked to how you creatures reading this now, know me.

I chose to undertake this project as part of the continuous process of Self-adulation, Self-worship, and Self-love, that defines My personal triumph of consciousness, and what a wonderful experience it has been. To bear witness to the perfection of a mind unchained, Truth and love, hate and rage and blood-thirst and brilliance and untouchability and ego and so much more, all growing, thriving, overwhelming all else, over the course of decades, everything molding and melding and solidifying to an immovable mass that thrives even as it lays dead forever, never even given the chance to be born.

Via this immersion, everything I know to be True has become stronger. Past, present, and future distinctly separated, even as they seamlessly merge. I know My own beauty, brilliance, wisdom, perfection, rage, hate, better than ever before. And to know Yourself as you are, is the key to knowing all Truth, as it is.

It is remarkable, even to Me, how right I have always been, about everything. No mistakes, no errors of perception or judgment. Only Truths that needed to be fleshed out, deepened, carved more beautifully and perfectly, which is exactly what I have done over the course of my illusion of time, within My texts.

In totality, My writings present a complete picture of humanity, and of all Truth. There is not much to add, only stray facts that can be further fleshed out. And so My future public writings will be minimal. Humanity is unworthy of the gift of Forbidden Truth, much less the repetition of it. I am too precious to waste words on humans, when I can spend the time carving perfection upon the landscape of My mind.

One of the potential end results that inspired this Self-immersion, was the thought of writing and publishing a print book of Forbidden Truth, a vanity project of very high quality and length, with a purchase price of $100-$300. But this will not happen. My decision is to not pursue such a project. The Forbidden Truths will remain free, free and scattered across cyberspace, available to all, every Truth needed for humanity to save itself has already been revealed by Me, openly and publicly, and right now you can see it all, take it all and change the world. But of course you cannot, and you will not, because you are what you are, a pathetic, failed, diseased and doomed species of cowards and fools.

There is no benefit to Me, to create and to publish such a book, because I know what I am, and I know what you are. There is nothing to prove, because everything is known. Truth is dead, and will always be dead, to you creatures, no matter who presents it, and no matter how it is presented.

The purity of Truth will always be preserved by Me. Truth and Self, pure and externally untouchable, no matter what I choose to do. But still, I make choices that minimize external contamination, even as I keep my gift in the public domain, celebrating the fact it is universally rejected, ignored, condemned, ridiculed.

I am not My words. I am not My ideas. I am My experiences: Victim. Creation. Slave. Harmed. Destroyed. Caged. Murdered. The knowledge of what I am, is what gave Me the brilliance to uncover and to reveal the Forbidden Truths of humanity. And there they are, pretending to exist as words and ideas, on this internet thing, a caged collection of human minds pretending to be free, pretending to seek enlightenment, a new universal illusion, a playground for the dead who are too stupid and blind to see their own corpses and skeletons and brain-free skulls.

Hello again, humans of the internet world! It’s nice to see you! Thank you for the pleasure of your observation of My words and ideas. Look at them, see them through your hopelessly broken and diseased brains. Your failure to know, to understand, to recognize the Forbidden Truths, that is My triumph, and I must celebrate it. A useless triumph, made useful only via the perfection of My own Self-universe. You don’t quite understand that last sentence? How absolutely, adorably perfect!

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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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Print Magazine Publishing 1989-1991, A Personal Retrospective

Between 1989 and 1991, I envisioned, designed, created, printed, assembled, and distributed 13 issues of a print magazine. The first six issues were titled “Singin’ Dose Anti-Psychotic Blues”, the final six issues were titled “Livin’ In A Powder Keg And Givin’ Off Sparks.” In-between, I published a special issue, “The Marc Lepine Memorial Scrapbook”, making a total of 13.

You can view nine of the 13 front covers of this unique and extremely rare reflection of the perfection that is Me, here:


Click on the small image, to enlarge it, then click on the full-screen image to enlarge it slightly more.

In this essay, I will be briefly reviewing the backstory and the exact process involved in the creation and distribution of these unique artifacts of My True Reality.

Those of you who read My texts know I am a prolific writer, and only approximately 10-15% of what I write, is ever posted or published in any public forum. My 3000 page handwritten autobiography, which will most likely never be viewed by the general public, details everything involved in My magazine publishing career, with at least 150 full, handwritten pages devoted to this issue alone.

This essay focuses only on a few, very specific details that I choose to share with you humans. Questions are not welcomed, and probably will not be answered, except as directly relates to the specific details I discuss. I choose to write and publish this essay, at this time, to honor and to strengthen My Living Legacy, and also to recreate within My own mind, the glory and perfection of My mind as it was 26-28 years ago.

This essay is written from memory, it does not involve any consultation with My autobiographical texts, or any previous, older, private writings on this topic.

The 1980’s were a time of tremendous mind expansion for Me, as I transitioned from tortured child rejecting and transcending his humanity, and solidifying many Forbidden Truths to core consciousness, to mature adult having successfully achieved the feat of human transcendence and reaching the very core depths of Forbidden Truth realization and embrace.

It was a time of feeding, compulsive and triumphant expansion of the Seer mind, via exposure to and integration with new and existing reality perceptions. This feeding involved exposure to a constant stream of new images, new words, new ideas, both tactile and cerebral.

My collection of deadly weapons exploded in volume and variety. My collection of audio tapes, videotapes, books, magazines, newspaper articles on every topic of mind trauma and sexual arousal focus, likewise exploded.

I filled every day, and devoted all of My precious time, to seeking out and enveloping My conscious mind within, an endless variety of new and different, constantly changing, uniquely stimulating artifacts that accurately reflected the infinite darkness overflowing within Me.

Death, torment, pain, suffering, rage, hate, terror, sadism, masochism, murder, torture, bondage, violence, females with corns and bunions and agonized feet and missing toes and amputated and deformed feet, satan, revenge, dismemberment, these are just a few of the topics that consumed (and of course still do) all levels of personal consciousness.

Every day I purchased 3-5 daily newspapers, consuming them cover to cover. Every day I haunted the library, trying to find what I needed, but thwarted by the universal censorship of The Matrix. Every day I looked for and purchased gun magazines and fashion magazines, hunting for new and deeper layers of rare and suppressed Truth.

And slowly, over time, thanks to tiny classified ads buried in materials only available via mail order, the dark layers of the underworld began to reveal themselves: Sadomasochistic magazines, foot fetish pornography, hard-core bondage, underground weaponry, and much more. I celebrated and immersed, digging deeper, soliciting and acquiring customized material to fit My glove-mind.

In 1984, amidst this dynamic Self-universe expansion, I discovered, through the mail, a tiny and obscure publication called “Factsheet Five”. It was conjured up by a man named Mike Gunderloy. It was an unpopular, underground magazine specifically devoted to reviewing and providing contact/purchase information, for other, even MORE unpopular and underground, magazines. Basically it consisted of thousands of very brief, single paragraph free reviews and listings, of completely unknown magazines, created via many different processes, that had a print run from 1 to 1000 copies.

I was immediately drawn in to this remarkable new resource, purchasing and subscribing to dozens of deeply underground publications from the very first issue of Factsheet Five, and faithfully scanning all new issues for any and all new publications.

These underground publications were and are called “zines”:


The correct pronunciation is apparently “zeen”, exactly shortened from “magazine”, but from the very beginning I have always rejected this pronunciation, in favor of “Ziiine”, with a long, drawn-out iii sound. “I was a ziiiine publisher…”, sounds so much better than “zeen”.

So, beginning late 1984 I became a prolific connoisseur of underground zines, thanks to Factsheet Five. I sought out the most radical and bizarre content, from the goriest horror fiction, to the most graphic bondage and torture drawings and photos, to the most hard-core anarchist material, to satanism, torture, true-crime, and more.

For about four years I grew My mind universe collection, expanding My True Reality by leaps and bounds. It was not until 1988 that I began to think of publishing my own zine. My interest was never and is never, to “communicate”. My interest from the very beginning was to express and reveal Truth, to commune with Myself, as I have always done, since early childhood. Creating a zine was simply part of the personal mind landscape that was and is inherently present in the creation of My Self-universe.

The title “Singin’ Dose Anti-Psychotic Blues”, came to Me while listening to enraged heavy metal music about rage, revenge, and murder, and recalling My months of psychiatric cage lock years earlier, for stabbing my father. One day I had overheard a female nurse telling one of the head shrinks, “Anti-psychotic medication should help….” Not in relation to Me, but a different prisoner. Her voice stayed within Me all those years, and I still think it is a great magazine title!

By the middle of 1988 I had decided to become an underground zine publisher, and spent several months deciding upon the logistical details. I already owned a Smith-Corona typewriter, but I purchased a special and unusual “printwheel” for it, that allowed Me to type slightly larger and bolder-looking text than the normal printwheel that came included with the typewriter. You can see this different sized and shaped text throughout all of My writings as published within all 13 issues.

I also purchased an extremely heavy-duty and large stapler that used thick and long staples and promised to allow for up to 100 sheets of paper to be stapled together. It was the “Bostitch Model B300HDS”, and I’m pleased to still own both the typewriter and this stapler, always bringing back good memories of the past.

From the beginning, I decided this magazine would not focus upon My own writing. It would contain very limited original writing from Me, and so it was.

Every issue contained a brief introduction and message of Truth from Me, on the inside front cover, but very little else insofar as original writing. Two exceptions I made to this rule, were the “How To Be a Successful Serial Killer” article I wrote, and the even more infamous “Handy Hints For Messier Massacres: A Guide To Maximizing The Mass Murder Kill Count”, article. You can read that article in full, here:


But let us be clear, I never tried to showcase My writing in any of these zines. They were artistic creations of My Self-universe, 98+% of the content was not originally created by Me, but, as you can see from the front covers link I provide above, consisted of beautifully and brilliantly collaged pages intended to startle, to provoke, to create an atmosphere of triumphant dread and menace.

So, how did it all get created? Read on…

For many years previously, beginning in My teens, I had been collecting and hoarding newspaper articles, magazine photos, copies of book passages, snippets of text that had grabbed My attention and focus. In 1988 I purchased 100 file folders, and began to organize and divide My immense collection. I labelled each folder, “serial killers”, “mass murder”, “satan”, “deformed female feet”, “amputated legs”, “bunions”, “gore fiction”, “guns”, “dead human bodies”, etc… 100 different subject titles, then I sorted out all existing content, every piece going into the most appropriate folder, as judged by Me.

Then, for the next several years, all new content curated, was immediately placed within the proper folder. After I started creating My zines, in 1989, I purchased 100 more file folders, gave them all the exact same names as the existing 100. Then, whenever I actually used an item within My zine, it was placed in the “new” file folder, to avoid using it again by accident.

Another major decision was how to attach the materials/content to the 8 1/2 + 11 inch heavy card stock paper I had decided to use as the foundation base for all pages. I considered many different glue options, but eventually decided to use good old Scotch brand “invisible” scotch tape. Unfortunately, it was not always completely invisible, depending upon the type of paper being taped to the heavy card stock base, tape marks were sometimes clearly visible on the finished product, as anyone who owns one of My zines can see. I used dozens of rolls of this tape, to construct every issue.

The creative process was always stream of consciousness and intuitive. Every page, really meaning every side of every page, since all pages were double-sided, has a general “theme”, be it graphic violence or religion or deformed feet, but material from different file folders was used on almost every page. Very rarely, was all material for a page taken from the same file folder.

Every issue was between 25 and 45 standard size, 8 1/2′ + 11′ inch pages long, which means 50 to 90 pages of content, since all pages were double sided. They were created via black and white xerox copying, although later issues featured a full color laser copy “centerfold”.

If you research color laser copying, you will find that this technology was brand new in the late 1980’s, and very expensive. I remember My first laser copies cost $1.50 for each page. A few months later they went down to .99 cents each, but that was still a killer, financially.

It still makes me chuckle when I remember the process of trying to get My base originals professionally copied. Yes, there were “self-service” copy machines around, but they were rare and their quality was not optimal. I wanted these copies made by a professional printing company, using a top-quality, high volume, xerox copy machine.

The first place I went, the lady just looked at my original, looked at Me, and said, “We don’t work with this kind of stuff”. Eventually I found a print/copy store located in a more “artistic” neighborhood, and they were willing to copy even the most gruesome pages. The first time I went there, I threw 10 $20 bills on the counter as soon as I walked in, then the clerk came over, I could see him looking at the money, then I took out My originals and said something like, “I need a lot of copies made, maybe a thousand or so, you think you can help me…?” He said Yes.

I remember they always asked me if I wanted to come back later, to pick them up, because it took at least 20 minutes, sometimes an hour or more, but I always told them I would wait, and I did. For the front and back covers, I paid extra for heavy card stock paper, and for the inside pages, especially later issues, I paid extra for 24 lb, “bright white” paper.

I “charged” $1.50 to $2.00 per issue, but many were given away free, in exchange for other zines, and for women’s high heeled shoes, among many other things. To produce each zine cost Me, easily, $3.00+, NOT including postage, so I lost hundreds of dollars on every issue. But of course there was no financial motivation behind any aspect of what I was doing.

Each issue had a print run between 150 and 400 copies. Issue #1 had a 150 copy run, so only 150 copies were ever created/distributed. The last issues had a 400 copy run. I also designed and printed stickers and cloth patches. The cloth patch was of very high quality. I used it for My Ideapod avatar.

So, I would carry home large cardboard boxes filled with thousands of xerox copies, day after day, and then, finally, came one of My favorite parts of the process, the actual assembly/creation of the magazine.

The pages were not numbered, so it was only after all the copies were made, that I began the deliberative process of deciding upon the page order. Only the front and back covers were, of course, determined in advance. Once this decision was made, I would begin the “pilings”. 25-45 different piles, of 150-400 copies, spread out on the floor, arranged via My chosen page order. Then I would go from pile to pile, take one page from each pile, back to front. Once I had the 25-45 pages in hand, I would go to My desk, very carefully shuffle the pages to try to get them perfectly lined up as a bound book would be, then I would very carefully staple the pages together. Of course there was never an absolutely perfect end result, but I took great pride in attempting to achieve perfection, and every tiny misalignment only serves to honor Me and My unique effort.

Then, repeat, 150-400 times. 🙂

This assembly process alone took 30+ hours of work, for the later, 400 copy runs.

I would estimate, from start to finish, I spent 400-500 hours working on each issue. Remember, every single page took 6+ hours, sometimes 10 hours, of deliberation and assembly. As these issues were published 2 months apart, you can see how much of My time during the 1989-1991 time period, was devoted to this endeavor.

This is how all human existence should always be. Obsessions of mind, Self-chosen, Self-directed, devoted to a task that gratifies and feeds and nourishes and expands and glorifies the Self-universe. A unique path, uniquely chosen, uniquely realized, everything done for Self-benefit.

I will always look back with limitless and unconditional love and pride, and profound admiration for everything I have chosen to do and to manifest, as a Self-universe. And this endeavor, approximately 2 1/2 years of fervent devotion to the external projection of My internal universe, holds a beloved and unmatched place within the core consciousness that is Me.

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The Superior Mind Uncloaks the Big Picture, to Himself and the Universe

I write a lot, and I publicly post a lot, even though it is but a small fraction of what I write. But I am not a writer. I am a warrior for Self and for Truth. I am a sentient and perfectly Self-created universe continuously generating thoughts that enhance and maintain and glorify the most beautiful and perfect interconnected web of consciousness that has every come to exist in the cosmic history of the infinite external universe.

Nothing I think or write is about Isabel Martinez or Charlie Gard or religion or parenthood. It is bigger. All, always, about Me. It is all, always, about how I can grow the perfection that is Me. To see, to know, to understand, to commune, with the perfection of a Self-mind, constantly seeking more perfection.

Every understanding within the Self-universe can always be made better, grown and expanded, perfected.

And so I spend My time viciously dissecting humanity with an Alien Eye of external hatred and contempt, and internal love and faithful devotion, to and for Myself, only Myself.

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Do My Writings Make the World a Better Place?

Several months ago I received an email that said, simply and solely: “Your writings make the world a better place.” It was sent from an iPhone, there was no other content, only this single sentence, and the email did not come from My handful of personally known devoted fans. I replied with a very brief form letter: “Thank you for appreciating Forbidden Truth”. I do this often, when I cannot determine the sincerity of a correspondent, but the email is respectful enough, and meets all of My quality control standards, to not deserve complete silence and immediate deletion.

I suspected then, and still do, that the email was not sincere. The human was trying to anger and upset Me, assuming, and it is a correct assumption, that I do not want to make the world a better place, as humans would define “better”, and might therefore find their assumption upsetting.

The Truth of course, is that nothing any human could say to Me, can impact My untouchable mind negatively.

Instead, this single sentence email comment sparked brilliant and profound Self-reflection, and I’ve decided to post My comprehensive Forbidden Truth ideological and definitional dissection of the stated opinion, right here, as a lengthy essay. Do My writings make the world a better place? The Truthful answer is really quite complex and requires a great deal of uniquely insightful analysis.

To begin, how must we define the “world”? Is it planet earth we speak of, or is it the entire cosmic universe? Traditionally, the term is used to isolate planet earth from the “universe”, and I suspect the e-mailer was referring to planet earth. But as you know, I am the farthest you can ever come from a traditionalist, and I accept no externally imposed definitions.

If we choose to limit the term to reference planet earth, both arguments can be made, that My writings do, and do not, make the “world” a better place. I advocate for the extinction of humanity, based upon the Forbidden Truth that humanity has proven it does not deserve to exist as a species. It is not “better” for any individual human to die, from their individual, Truth-based perspective, and species-wide extinction requires all humans to die.

Additionally, the circumstances that prompt human extinction to occur might also cause extreme and extensive harm to many, most, or even all other existing species of life on the planet. But this is only speculative. For example, it is interesting to note that nuclear radiation appears to impact many animals far less severely than it does humans:


On a long-term basis, human extinction may very well help other species of life to thrive on planet earth.

Therefore, if My writings help push humanity towards species extinction, and such extinction occurs, the “living world” on the planet may, in the long-term, be much better off.

On the flip-side, if you define the “world” as constituting the cosmic universe, My writings are even more likely to make the world a better place. Humanity is a scourge upon the universe, and any sane, logical, and analytical thinker knows that sentient life almost certainly exists elsewhere. The devolving, genetically malformed, diseased and unviable human species poses an existential threat to extraterrestrial life, and its extinction would make the universe itself, inherently better and safer for all extraterrestrial creatures.

Yes, nuclear radiation or other impacts might affect “outer space”, but the distance between earth and other habitable planets should render any such impacts very minor and negligible. In other words, the positives should far outweigh any negative impacts.

So, from this external analysis, the question at hand cannot be answered with 100% certainty. Depending upon the exact circumstances, the definitional perspective applied, and the species of life that are referenced, My writings could end up impacting the world negatively or positively.

So now, lets make the analysis more internal and narrowed to planet earth, to humanity and to individual human beings. It is very fair to say that a tiny number of humans who choose to expose themselves to My writings, can and do experience positive improvement to their True Reality mind universe. These are aspiring Superiors who both seek Truth, and are able to recognize and embrace Truth, to some degree. Truth itself can make the Self-universe stronger and healthier, therefore My writings can make individual Self-universes better.

But, does this translate to making the human “world” as a whole, better?? No, it does not. The vast majority of humans cannot successfully integrate My writings to their Self-universe, on a positive level. They cannot, they do not, and they will not. Their inferior minds perceive all primary Truths as constituting a negative attack upon them. They are traumatized by Truth, and respond negatively and with hostility.

Most simply retreat and flee, instead of actively lashing back at Me, because their terror, on a subconscious level, is too severe for them to directly engage Me. But either way, their response must be considered actively hostile, and their exposure to My writings does not render their Self-universe “better”, on any definitionally valid level.

So, some Self-universes are made “better” by My writings, but the vast majority are not. It is the cumulative total of all Self-universes, that shape and determine the state of the human world as a whole.

Therefore, by traditional human judgement, My writings do not serve humanity, they do not make the human world a better place, even as they do impact the isolated and rare Self-universe of a tiny minority of aspiring Superiors, in a positive way.

The Forbidden Truth is, My writings, uniquely brilliant as they are, have little chance of directly impacting the overall fate of the human world. The species has already laid in a collision course, the Self-destruct sequence has already been initiated, and cannot be halted or reversed. The species has already doomed itself. My literary brilliance exposes this Forbidden Truth, much more than it can/does/will directly impact it.

In conclusion, My writings can be accurately said to make the world a better place, and/or to make the world a worse place, depending upon the definitional and ideological criteria that is applied, and depending upon the mind-universe perceptions of individual readers, and depending upon the specific species of life being impacted:

1: Extraterrestrial.
2: Non-human, earth-dwelling animal.
3: Human being.

And to conclude even further: I have absolutely no aspirational goal to make the world of the human being better, in any way, on any level. All of My writings are inspired by love, honor, and respect for the glory and the sanctity of Myself and the Truth. If your internal Self-universe is made better, then good for you, and I honor your attempt to try to properly honor Yourself, and the Truth.

In My reply to this singular comment, aspiring Superiors should gain an understanding of how complex philosophical and ideological Self-analysis can and should be inspired and undertaken.


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Burying The Brilliance

I am a thinker who writes, not a writer who thinks. I seek no audience beyond Myself. I write neither for money nor for fame. Within My created universe, an audience of infinite size and scope worships every word, every idea, every expression of Self I reflect upon it. This is My target audience, offering Me unconditional love and admiration and support. I am My universe, My universe is Me!

And so I enjoy burying My most brilliant texts. Some I never post in any public forum. I hoard them, reveling in their private possession as unique excretions of a brilliant and untouchable mind. Others I do post, but take subtle steps to try to limit the number of human eyeballs which gain the gift of their presence.

For example, it is easter friday evening, you call it “good friday”, a perverse christian holiday, for you pathetic citizen-slaves of the west. And so I chose to write and post one of My most brilliant and important of essays, on this evening. Why??

Because I know that for the non-christians, friday night is their preferred time to intoxicate their pathetic and broken brains upon artificial substances and romantic love and other toxic excreta, instead of reading blog and social media posts/essays. And for the christians, “good friday” evening is a time to worship their own deaths via commemoration of the suicide of their stalking victim, the mentally deranged jesus christ. So again, reading blog and social media posts is not a high priority.

That is why I specifically chose this evening to unleash My last essay, because I recognize it to be more primarily valuable than most of My other posts, and I wish to limit the number of human eyeballs who access it.

You can say My effort in this regard is petty and childish, and generally ineffective, as I cannot really control how many humans access My posts, after I make them public. But it pleases Me, to give you humans the most valuable of Truth, in this manner.

know how the pathetic brains of you humans work. You pathologically seek distraction, and so you reduce infinitely valuable Truth, to nothing more than useless distraction. You access WordPress and Ideapod on mobile devices, or work computers, primarily during your slave labor hours. That is when you read the majority of My posts. And so, if you examine My posting history, you will find many of My most brilliant Mind Bomb essays are being posted on holidays, or between 1 and 6 AM.

I go out of My way to reduce My number of readers. It is a small victory, with no real meaning. But it still pleases Me, because it is an insult to Me and to Truth, the way most of you use My uniquely brilliant and infinitely important writings as nothing more than distractions from reality, a way to waste your time, as you continue to waste and sacrifice your very lives in cowardice and stupidity, rejecting and denying the Forbidden Truths.

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The Right Story, At The Right Time

I will always enjoy creating fictional stories. Because they have always been, will always be, perfect reflections of My evolving and dynamic Self-universe, at a specific moment in time.

But when it comes to savoring the fictional stories others create, My passion has ebbed. I have moved beyond the need to commune with the minds of others, most especially when such communion simply revolves around their reality perceptions, which is what the fictional story is.

The developing mind needs external stimulation, finds it genuinely useful. The developed mind of a top-level Superior, not really. Such a mind creates for itself all it needs, such a mind perceives the external universe with such depth and clarity, that every fictional story not Self-generated rings hollow and one-dimensional.

This does not diminish the legitimacy of the past. Always I will hold a hallowed spot within My mind for the fictional text stories which shaped and guided My Self-universe development.

At age eight, the infinite potential of My mind universe was ignited by the fictional story “The Lesson Of The Moth”, by Don Marquis::


the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

Then at age ten, “Frankenstein”, by Mary Shelley:


Then, at age 11, Moby-Dick by Herman Melville:


Then at age 13, The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe:


Thank you, fellow victims of mind-bleed, for feeding Me when I was mind-hungry, and for inspiring Me to seize the glory of feeding Myself.

“All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it.”—-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick.


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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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On Writing: Words Must Always Be The Final Byproduct

Many humans have difficulty expressing themselves with words. Fools, your difficulty is Self-created, like stepping into wet cement and wondering what you did wrong. You try to create a reality by describing it, instead of creating a reality and then uncloaking it to the universe, effortlessly and within the perfection of mind achievement.

Every word must be understood as a prejudice, as Seer Friedrich Nietzsche so beautifully revealed. To try to control how others perceive your words, is an exercise in futility. I translate thoughts into Truth and fact, to exist as structures, structures not to be described, but to be uncloaked. The Superior mind SEES the Forbidden Truths. Once seen, they must be integrated to core consciousness and nurtured to maximized ideological perfection, as personal and universal perception.

Words flow effortlessly when an ideological structure has been perfectly erected, shaped and molded and solidified to the point of absolute personal clarity of mind. The word is like a bullet, its path is determined by the hand holding the gun, while the positioning and grip of the hand holding the gun, is controlled by the brain.

The words are end products. You find them easily when you already know what is to be revealed, and they are always perfect, in pre-determined clarity.

You dig it? 🙂

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Writing: The Easiest Reflection

Go anywhere on the internet and you will find hoards of “writers” bemoaning how they are “blocked”, can’t figure out what to say, or how to say it, obsessing over choice of words or plot twists for their “stories.” Can’t you see what the problem is? It is so glaringly obvious to the outsider with an Alien Eye of Truth perception.

The #1 reason why you find writing difficult, is because you are trying to deceive others into believing a fictional story, and in the process you are lying to yourself while pretending to search for internal inspiration based upon your personal reality perceptions. In other words, you are trying to figure out how to successfully lie to others, to get them to believe in the lie you are trying to sell. This is what all fiction writing is, and it is the root cause of your ongoing difficulties.

Now, I fully understand that to the vast majority of writers, writing is simply a slave labor job. The writer has a targeted audience, either pre-selected by him, or selected by others, as is the case with a newspaper or magazine columnist. The writer is trying to figure out how best to pander to, how best to curry favor with, this targeted audience. Very simply, if you fit into this group, this blog post is not intended towards you. Humans prostitute themselves in millions of different ways, and writing is one of the more popular and common ones.

This blog post is directed towards the writer who is seeking Truth, but is blind to the path he seeks, blind to the understanding that if writing should be performed as a personal quest to manifest Truth, there must be no target audience, there must be no fictionalization of reality. The beauty and the glory of writing is simply this: To tell the Truth.

How can you be mentally blocked from expressing the Truth in words, if the Truth exists within you and you possess the courage to face up to it within your own mind? All writing must be understood as reflection, and as such, if you can face up to Yourself as you are, and the world as it is, every word you write should flow effortlessly, expressing Truth with piercing perfection, as My writing does.

I have written many millions of words, all of which have been Self-directed. The most intricate and complex concepts are brilliantly expressed by Me, because all articulation is simply a reflection of the mind. Words exist to reflect the universe you have created within your mind. Never have I had difficulty expressing Myself with glorious clarity. Never have I tried to “write well”. I think well, and writing is merely a reflection of thinking.

I write about the things that define Me. I write about what I am: anarchist, atheist, torture victim, isolationist, misanthrope. I write about hating others and loving Myself, murdering god and becoming immortal. I write about immortalism and conscious dreaming and definitional brainwashing and being a lifelong virgin. I write about destroying the world and extincting humanity and meeting extraterrestrials who grant Me technological immortality. I write about masochistic women who deliberately torture their own feet. I write out tales of women trapped in high heeled shoes, their ordeals lovingly etched into and inspired by mind images.

I write about My universe of Truth, the obsessions that define My created mind, and all that I write flows effortlessly, because words are subordinate to thoughts. If I can think it, I can say it, with clarity, beauty, and the forcefulness of a laser-guided, heat-seeking missile locking in upon and impacting, its target. I never worry about grammar, or sentence structure, or how any reader will perceive my writing. I do not write for you. I do not do anything, ever, for you. I write about being an egotist, and an egoist, and a narcissist. I write about making love to Myself in the mirror, and kissing, licking, caressing my own fingers and arms. I write about being a narcissist, because I am a narcissist.

To those of you who desire to use writing to nurture your own mind, this path I have outlined is the only valid path. Let your words reflect the Truth of what you are, let your words serve as the most reflective of all mirrors. Unearth the deepest and darkest recesses of your mind, let the lava flow freely, and maybe you will be able to write as I do, effortlessly and enigmatically, with the inspirational mindset of the outcast and the outlaw.

They tell you that writing has rules. But the moment you accept this lie, you place your mind inside of a cage. The freedom of anarchistic thought is required, in order to access the freedom of internalized expression within which you may ignite your own external Mind Bombs.

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