Madness

Vampires

Can read your mind.   They have empty, blank minds of their own, and know that whatever enters the vacuous void of their insane brains emanates from without.   They feel dead, like zombies, and crave your mind, subsist on your brain, and drink life dry.   The metaphor is the undead, both zombies and vampires.  They need others to feed them a constant stream of death, suffering, pain, and misery.  They are lawyers who delight in both the crime, and the conviction of the criminals, completing the circle of misery.  They hate themselves, too,  but don’t know how else to be.  Life is shit, and then you die.   Heaven is a pipe dream.   We’re all stuck in hell.  Immortality is a fool’s errand.  Suicidal tendencies are allayed by the oppression of others.   They’re in a world of shit.   If there isn’t enough crime, well then let there be war.   Life is meaningless, so they create meaning by tormenting world leaders.  Politics is poly-ticks, a whole lot of leaching blood-suckers, bringing the world to it’s knees.  People are bugs, and vampires delight in squashing them.  They know they are bugs, too, but hell, they are smarter than you, older, wiser, meaner, bigger, better, and know the law, so they can stay (relatively) free, while the world is enslaved to their will, a will to power, a will toward crushing anyone for any or no reason at all.  All you fucking idiots.  You imbeciles, you morons, you twats, you worthless fucks.  They’re criminals, too, but just careful to stay lawful, and manipulate and persuade and hypnotize the weak into doing the dirty work for them, in pursuit and capture of the perfect crime.   You don’t like it?   So sue me.  HAHAHA.

Telepathic torture

The mentally ill are a captive audience, to be tormented and twisted in pursuit of the vampire’s happiness, whether just to be batted around like a cat toying with mice, or maybe creating a better world, for a vampire who may just have a better world in mind, to be realized by any means necessary, especially intrusion of a farcical and non-existent right to privacy, diverting the flow of the stream of consciousness, the collective unconscious, into the dire straights of frustration, futility, absurdity, nonsense, giving up, and dour acceptance of any reality whatsoever, because maybe the hell will end, maybe there’s some light at the end of this goddamn tunnel.   The mentally ill, the schizophrenic, the psychotic, hear the voice(s) from the mind of the vampire.   The images, the dreams, the voices, are part of the experiment, with all of reality a lab.   The world is a laboratory, to be experimented on, tweaking this variable and that.  History is a classroom of failed (and occasionally successful) experiments.  Life is a game.  The planet is a giant toy.   Society is a program.   Songs and movies and dreams and tv shows and books and even the news, are all generated by twisted suffering vampires, clawing at the world, trying to ease the pain.   

Bullet with butterfly wings, by the smashing pumpkins.  Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage.  “The world is a vampire.“

Christianity is shit.  Buddhism is nonsense.  Islam is madness.  Every guru is a delusional fuck.  The incarcerated are heroes, for standing up to the insanity.   The happy are in a cocoon of their own minds, separated from the vast universe of misery.  Perhaps these happy ones are the vampires, delighting in your suffering.   It’s called sadism, schadenfreude, and conceived of as justice, revenge, karma.   The only way out is to become one of them.  Unless you’re neo, lol.   Movies are a load of shit, too.   Just sit, eat, shit, dream, read, write, and suffer with the rest of them.  At least you’re not alone.  Maybe I’m wrong.   Good luck.   

Personally, I'm throwing my lot in with buddhism,  with a sensible acceptance of oblivion and somewhat reasonable solution to suffering.  I think I'll listen to The Animals on my Echo.   Jeff Bezos must be doing something right.  Another happy worm.   Every religion. has something to offer.   It's all good, lol.   Love is the answer.   Or maybe, solitude.   Or maybe, the rest of my blog.  Or maybe, the library.  Or maybe, happiness is a warm gun.   Or maybe, a good run.  Or maybe, getting out into nature (hiking, camping, boating, surfing, rock climbing..).  Or, getting crafty.   Or, making loads of cash.   Or, burning down a Wendy's.  I dunno.  To each his own.