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False Prophet, Chapter 3: 0%

October 22, 2008: I don’t want to go to pizza class anymore. No matter how hard I try I can’t flip the dough. It’s too malleable.

January 8, 2009: I’m still behind the dumpster in the back of Papa John’s smoking angel dust.

March 12, 2009: I jumped off the roof of Taco Bell. I thought I was Superman.

March 13, 2009: I tried to rob the Taco Bell drive-thru. They only had 13 dollars in the register.

April 10, 2009: I took the purp and had stomach pains all day.

April 13, 2009: The pangs never went away.

April 14, 2009: I took too many. No, just enough. The pangs turned into sweet bliss.

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False Prophet, Chapter 2: Everything In Between

Sanity is subjective, fine, but what about society? That is objective. We have built it. We have sucked on the rotting breasts of it. We use it for pleasure and wealth, nothing else. Wealth is the most disgusting thing in the universe, and it didn’t exist before us. Creators of the despicable. Slaves to our own inventions, tarry over coins, kill over them. We were lied to, society is for survival. Individuals should survive together, but groups need to die. The good of others is a holy sin.

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False Prophet, Chapter 1: Blood and Water

What happens when a being is forced into the light? The very first time an infant cries, they are choking on red and clear and shades of life. The mother is mad with emotionlessness. She could care for the pain, and love the lacerations, but all that would accomplish is feeble. She keeps fighting and working, sometimes, more often than not; it is accepted that there is nothing that could be done. The variables are endless, but the outcome is always different most of the time. It almost seems like fate exists. Cruel destiny holds onto the grimy reins of life no matter what. Do not go on what others say. Find out yourself. However, become spontaneous like a chicken. Disregard that simile, it was meaningless in the grand scheme of things- let us rather say “like a non-sentient being.” I beg your pardon for the Earth-exclusive references. Penetration is most often practiced here (which is strange when rubbing should be preferable). Big Brother banned orgasms while Little Sister created a pleasure machine. Hell is not the only non-existent place where moaning is constant. Doing something, for no reason immediately, instantly, is the most beautiful thing we can possibly do. Do anything. You will prove fate wrong. Bleed on an infant. It will do the child good. Spit on it also, the child needs something other than familial fluids. When tears fall all you can do is let tears fall. Continue on with the senselessness.

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Introduction: Thought Process of the Prophet-less

Walt Whitman wouldn’t deal with these people. I want to be egalitarian but it’s too hard when humans are hard to come by, proxy by proxy pass by, physical representations of digital images all around. How can you treat culturally subjugated drones with dignity? Stalin was justified in deleting millions of Facebook profiles. Plutocracy is everywhere. Everyone is Minos at the gates of hell judging what they can from what they cannot tell. Ernest Hemingway is now a tortured tree. The devil is beating his wife for burning up the rice. The old lady gave me the same gift as Prometheus and she suffers the same fate. As do we. Walt lived with his mother in Camden. His only friend was a butterfly.

Howard Unruh lived with his mother in Camden. His only friend was a Luger.

They were both homosexuals. Time is relative.

The blackness that came before is still here. How can I possibly justify anything? Anyone else is off judging and being judged. We must create a being in order to make enforcement of anything seem decent. We must use pronouns and vague generalities in order to express ourselves. We must invent noises in order to communicate. Worthlessness envelopes the world, and all we can do is stand by and watch ourselves pretend to do something. I’ll enjoy the aesthetics for the time being- right now, which is always simultaneously happening. At once it must remain stagnant immediately. Reaction is a mainstay.

“Do not act.”

“Respond to others.”

“Act it out in yourself.”

“Do not believe any words written by anything.”

Soak them deep inside. Wallow in words.

“Do not believe anything. Ever.”

Screaming at one another for what might as well be no reason- it’s healthy for you. This is humanity. This is the almanac of every being. Seemingly meaningful contradictions writhing on a page. Understand nothing.Image