Go’n Breakdown

It Always Goes Back To The Beginning

“Philosophy cannot soothe my soul, but in the mirror the Truth will be known…”

No matter how many brilliant ideas I eloquently express, and no matter how many uniquely profound Truths I reveal to the universe in intricate detail, and bathe Myself within, I remain a savage brute. I remain a reflection of destruction. Because I was destroyed, and the mirror never lies.

In the beginning there was a helpless child who knew nothing. Then he knew fear and pain and abuse and trauma and victimization and terror and deception and cruelty. And so he learned to hate and to harm, to dissect and to stalk and to feed on the fear of others. And still later he learned to love himself and to make himself untouchable and to understand why every other child is destroyed as he was destroyed, and to express the Truth, and to become a philosopher, and to reject his humanity, and to transcend his humanity.

But the mirror always and still reflects, and always he goes back to the beginning.

Once a victim, always a victim. Memories, blood-coated memories, of the way we were.

And so the tortured child comes home, day after day, decades later. He comes home to his isolated little fortress, shedding the horrific burden of forced human interaction, slave labor extracted under threat of hunger and homelessness. His hate lives and breathes and rejoices in being part of him, nurturing him.

And so comes decision time. What to do for the next two or three hours, until it is time to sleep, to dream, to destroy. What to do? Write another uniquely brilliant essay of Mind Bomb Truth for 10 humans to savor, as the other 7.5 billion remain oblivious? Or just immerse all of My consciousness within the glory of sadistic rage and hate?

Well, today I choose the latter, but at least I bring you folks along for the ride.

Enjoy the song, allow it to make love to your shattered mirror, as I do.

Thousands of times I listen to this song, because within it, I am all I will ever be.

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Five Old Skool Songs Celebrating Mass Murder

Inferiors think that those gripped by the passion of homicidal rage are always dark and brooding, depressed and despairing. No! Those of us who have mastered our minds, find euphoric joy in the expression of homicidal rage. Our hatred is simultaneously the darkest of darks, and the lightest of lights, a celebration of the glory of reflection, the transformation of Self-destruction, to the purity of destroying the world.

Integral to maximizing the creation of a Self-universe, is the euphoric celebration of the destruction of all universes which have externally imposed upon you. Mass murder, any way you define or express it, within autonomy of mind, is a lyrically beautiful and transformative expression of emotion and of thought, to be celebrated as a joyful achievement within the perceptive, conscious mind. And so I proudly present five of My favorite old skool lyrical tributes to the act of mass murder, songs which have found and formed a deep and abiding root to My consciousness, songs I have listened to over and over and over, for decades, not merely with My ears, but with My mind and My consciousness.

Allow yourselves to be swept into the majestic grandeur of rage that these songs express, and if you are strong enough, find joy in the hatred of lyrical beauty.

We begin with Another One Bites The Dust, by Queen, absolutely perfect for those family massacre situations:

Kicking it up a notch for the urbanized torture victims seeking immersion of mind via mass murder, we have Go’n Breakdown, by Suicidal Tendencies, feel the joy!

Keeping it real, both literally and figuratively, you can rock out to I Don’t Like Mondays, by The Boomtown Rats, directly inspired by one of the original school shooters, grandma of the genre, torture victim and Martyr Brenda Spencer, who opened fire on an elementary school in San Diego, California on January 29, 1979:

The Forbidden Truth universe of Seer Charles Manson has inspired many thousands to pursue unique paths of enlightened consciousness, including Ozzy Osbourne and this passionate description of rage unleashed, Bloodbath In Paradise:

And to top off our bloody journey, we have Red Rain, by Peter Gabriel. Is it really about mass murder, or just some raindrops mysteriously turned red? Well, just picture Yourself in the middle of a mass murder rampage, emptying magazine after magazine, blood spurting and erupting and oozing and running in every direction, and listen to this haunting song of personal suffering and the catharsis of the Red Rain:

The mass murderer sings and shouts and expresses himself so beautifully, but you fools are too blind and deaf and dumb to listen, and to hear. Open your minds and extinguish your hypocrisy! Just let the Red Rain splash you, let the rain fall on your skin!

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