No Regret

The Wicked Rantings of a Madman

Kill everyone.  All animals.  Everyone is a thing.  We’re all heading for death.  Everyone is dead, already.  Killing just makes the world come alive.  A little excitement for a boring existence.  There’s no heaven, no hell.  Just oblivion.  Everyone’s eternal fate.  No souls, to float around like a holy spirit, possessing bodies, or haunting old houses, or seeking food forever hungry, or flying into the heavens to sit at right or left hands of aliens on planets circling far-off stars, or whatever.   Memories fade, and the children, books, art, or other legacy will eventually disappear, too.   Earth will be consumed by an expanding, dying sun.  Space is too big and inhospitable for humans to traverse.   Time-travel is not possible.  The universe is cold, dark, boring, quiet, and unfathomably vast.   Infinite, in fact.  And our situation is utterly hopeless.   So do what you want.   

You are free.  Until you get caught.  Cops and robbers is just a game, murder is a big video game, you do what you can.  Get away with whatever presents itself, any crime of opportunity.  You are just another body, an eating and fucking machine, that will turn to shit like everyone else.  Love is a farce.  Read the library.  Read until you go blind.  Collect vicarious experience.  Stay free.  Be selfish, comfortable, content, happy, and follow your passion(s).  Be all that you can be.  So, learn the law, probe your limits, get crazy, play some roles, and have fun.  Make friends.  Laugh.  Eat well.  Stay healthy, strong, fit, well, sane.  Raise some hell.  Make good trouble.  Murder anyone and everyone you can.  Kill em all, let God sort em out.  Life is hell.  Until you kill the devil.  Life is just a giant chessboard.  Train, practice, improve, develop.  Change, grow, make the world a better place.   Slaughter the evil.  Revenge is a dish best served cold.  Don’t get mad, get even.  Don’t be consumed by anger, hatred, rage, wrath, fury, spite, malice, disgust.  Make a difference.  Literally.   Subtract Satan.  A new one will pop up in his place, it’s a never-ending story.   But you’ll feel better.   That’s what makes sense to me.  That is what I recommend.  It is my desire, to satisfy my soul.  Annihilate the fuckers.  Wipe them out.  Hate is infinitely more real than some supposed loving relationship with a so-called soulmate.  You can extinguish hate and love, both.   You can eliminate the attachments and aversions.  You can change your head.  You can also change the world.  You can do both.  You can make people laugh, and make others commit suicide.  You can use both the carrot and the stick.  You can use chocolate cake and nuclear missiles.  Or you can just get drunk, and fall asleep.  You can write diatribes that excoriate whatever you object to.   You can volunteer and make the paradise you yearn for.   You can have the perfect job, and be happy.  You can rack up thousands of kills.  Maybe the devil is your friend.  You can kill the sanctimonious pricks that think you’re going to hell if you disagree with them.  You can contribute to the murder of pigs, cows, chickens, fetuses, foreign soldiers, stupid criminals who get caught, and others.  You can start a riot.  You can leave a trail of tears, a legacy of death, and destruction, in your wake.  You can be one with Death.  Life is just getting closer to death.  Kill, murder, assassinate, slaughter, destroy.  Or tend your garden.  I really don’t care.  

Fall in love.  Raise a family.  Inculcate values.  Do the best you can.  Make the world a better place than you found it.  Go hiking and camping.  Live the good life.  Read the best books.  Vote and make lots of money and contribute to worthy causes.  Have a banana split.  You can be a master of psychology, and torment society until it can’t take any more, until there is violent revolution and legal transformation and spiritual enlightenment and monks lighting themselves on fire and soldiers getting all my lai on innocents and society is filled to the gills with a sense of absurdity and futility and spite and resentment.   Never underestimate the power of disgust.  The nazis built ovens, and you can sue your oppressors, by any means necessary.  You can read history, and get a sense of possibility, and fight for a fabulous future.  Just don’t die with any regret.  That is the worst sin of all, the very definition of hell.  Get to it.  Just do it.   Or do nothing.  Om. 

aum, assets under management
making a killing, murder inc.
corporations, companies, conglomerates
businesses, firms, enterprises
gas, goods and services
punishment, pun -ish mental
   milking the rhyming dictionary
   putatively punitive
creativity and cree9-tivity or cree7tivity
whatever's clever, forever never, lever and sever
several leverages...averages..and cambridge
euphemism and you-phemism and me-phemism
O-what?-chu-aries