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SkyNigger · 01-06-2012, 06:30 PM

Billions of parents afraid of unpleasant realities, respond by prepping children with fantasy. Our goose is cooked. We're idiotic geese.

Parents are traumatised. Children aren't afraid. So fantasy confusing them, because they live in reality. All confused and in pain, they will hit their inevitable reality and they're going to struggle with the brutality. Parents aren't insane so much as too stupid to think.

Fantasy is harmless, of course. It's sweet.

"Oh darling, can't we let them be deceived children just a little longer - must we destroy their illusions with unpleasant reality, already?"

Tooth fairies. Father Christmas. Easter Bunnies. 78% of the world is religious. The other 22% lives in secular imbecilic delusion. 100% obsess over idiotic romantic fantasies. And then, there's me.

Me and Aun. Two train wreck 'winners' closing in on each other at terrifying speeds. Our train wreck was going to be like nothing the world had seen. Or merely one of a million? No one talks about these things; and that's why you should listen. Two bullet trains, damaged badly from previous collisions; both existentially dying or even dead; just hanging on in denial - hoping against hope we'd run into the train of our dreams. We're too cynical to ever get hurt, we believed. We'd just burn a lot of people by 'letting' them fall in love with us, killing time - hanging on - surviving. Playing idiotic games, pretending to be naive and oblivious and confused about what you might be emotional about. There's your clue that we're not letting it happen, we're making it happen. We'd control minds, but we weren't in control.

People don't fall in love with us. We're creeps. They become obsessed with illusions. They get sucked in by our charades of apathy. We can take it or leave it, or we act this way; after all, we've been burned before. Such a ridiculous game.

But then we hope, is there any harm? We don't really believe it, but where's the harm? It's silly, we know. But we'll keep looking; no harm done. You never know. Who knows? You don't!

Emotional bling. Conflicted. In denial. Hoping for something we no longer believe in. Destroying innocents with our apathy whilst we wait. Callous to anyone hurt by our stupid games. The secret is so simple. You want to control? You want people to lose their minds? I have no ethical reservations, in revealing to you the dark Truth you already know. You know humanity's dirty little secret. But it's not human nature. You cannot win by exploiting corruption.

It's impossible to win that way.

It's like poker, such an easy game. But you can't get to the nosebleed games, you won't be able to compete with players who will destroy you unless you are insane. At which point, there's no motive to stop. Unless you find a miracle lever or find some lucky brakes. But here's the clue to value of $. If the MHSNL pros are insane, the grinders could go from 2/4 to 25/50 and clean them out. Right?

So who's insane? Everything's an illusion.

I was pretty sure I'd become sane. MHSNL pros told you $ is worthless. You never listen to Truth. So we just kept winning. You value it. We didn't. All other variables equal and you're already toast. We weren't winning. Such fine minds. All losing.

Poker is just like romance, love and life. Games of insanity; but that's no excuse to play poorly. You can lose very badly, playing games on this planet.

It's a damn shame, you can't ever win.

This is Earth, you're welcome to it. We're humans, out of touch with reality. How did this happened? Fear. We were made afraid. Who triggered the fear? Some brilliant guys circa 1500 years ago maybe; or 2012? Geniuses, but clearly in pain. In pain, petrifying everyone and it's tragic because there is only one reason why humans make humans suffer. Fear > Pain > seeking Relief.

They say only the good die young, but is anyone ever going to be good after surviving our mothers? Kubrick tried to warn us. I know only the dull reach senility. The brightest witness the most pain the quickest, inflicting pain earlier, horrifying ourselves into even more confusion. The next round - dished out in anger, received in dismay - sharper, harsher, betrayed by our screams.

Cycles of perpetual shame.

The inmates are not in control of the asylum. We're not that lucky. This ghost ship has been steaming along for awhile now. The control room is sealed, they won't brute force it. I think I can help but they think I'm their enemy. Why would I be? Humanity is inclusive. Disagree, and I'll be pragmatic.

Power in denial is tragic. They could give the species a 20% shot, but they'll grind the Win down. No one gives up control. So they'll win 100% of nothing. Globe / zero. Worthless. They're capable of brilliant, but they don't have control; we're in a flat spin, nearing terminal velocity. Racing to the end as they struggle to salvage their win. Logic was reversed so maybe reverse it back. Illogically, they'll refuse. Hanging on, not letting go. And so, they'll win it all.

They won't win in the end.

They'll win THE END.

Enjoy the rest of the show.

Powers are racing to create robots, as well as human robots. We'll clash in the middle; the final train-wreck of all.

They took away free will, mothers took away our souls. Our future is automated. I've seen the prototypes, I swear. Mechanical, lifeless, robotic - hardly twitching - lifeless dolls who want to please. 7 billion ugly robots incoming. It's the future. It's called progress. Bravo!

Way to go, manipulators. Top game, Vatican. Way to hustle, INTEL. Do us a favour and be gentle though! No point in feeling pain at this late stage, surely. God I hope not.

They could salvage it all. Throw the lever back to sane. Reverse the insanity, change the logic back to logical. Let truth replace deceit. Shine the light, spark the life back into eyes of humanity. Breathe life back into a dying species.

One chance. They'll miss it.

I understand. They're not be as bright as I am, is all. They could just retake control once we're in the clear. They'll still be the first percentile. The only 'risk' is they might be happy? No motive to retake control.

But they won't do it. We'll all die. That's the 'safe' option. They brilliant but they suck at logic.

Confusion > Frustration > Anger > Violence > Suffering > Pain > Pain > Pain. Pain is the end of the road, that doesn't stop. Pain never goes anywhere. It goes viral as pain precludes all control. In pain, you are not in control - and so easily controlled.

That's why everyone is hurting. If 7 billion people were sane and happy; they'd be impossible to control.

The more pain you'll see; the more pain you will create. It's like shame, that way. Except shame is more like recursion. You don't want to go there. I had to go there, I decided. I lost for so long, I forgot I wasn't losing. So to win, I had to lose. I was in denial. I refused to accept - that - reality. I was 14 when I was told what I already knew.

"Treat them mean, Keep them keen."

Fuck off, I thought. It's obviously true, I'm not a moron. But I was entitled. I deserved better. I wanted a fairytale, just like I'd been promised by toxic 'classic' romantic literature. I should have connected the dots. Why else would they be classics. Dumas and Dickens, Victor Hugo, Emily Bronte...Jane Austen, that vile creator of Darcy (my name is Jonny) - Jesus, oft-misquoted - but never more than a simpleton who didn't understand the first thing about Prisoners dilemma. He insulted the meek. And lied to the rest of us.

Probably decent, that whole rotten crowd. But in wanting fantasy to be real, they confused the record instead. The world will never be as Austen's dreams, but she salted reality with her dumb shit. I got this, I understood. But no one ever listens to me. If you're dabbling in delusions, you're evil. If you're addicted to fantasy, you'd be a moron not to kick along. Draw the blinds. Exit stage left. It's the only decent thing you can do. When you can't realise that sentimentalism isn't sweet, you become the danger. Just like Aun. And just like Aun, romance is a poison.

They taste good initially, then they kill you.

It's instantly recognisable - I've seen the pattern of poison. You can identify all poisons this way. Alcohol, drugs of dependence, nicotine, emotions, denial, cocaine, endorphins, caffeine.....power.

Power is one of the most addictive poisons of all. And it's ironic that junkies addicted to power are 'running' the world; and doing the things they do, to junkies they create. It begins inside the 'brains' of impossibly creepy female children. They want to be a princess. Daddy is the King! Creepy shit. They grab the first chance to be "grownup" - and no one is confused except everyone. What do I care. I just hate the screaming. I am not into pain.

To prepare Pain: You simply prepare confusion: take one serving reality, prepare gently with Fantasy whilst impressionable. Dinner is served.

The world is served pain. It's not real. Reality is real. This is insight?

What this world needs is a good clean scrubbing of Reality; because children grow up in worlds that aren't like those in Austen's 'harmless' visions / illusions / best intentions / Utopian fantasies / dreams. And yes, disillusionment occurs sooner or later - I understand people are stupid enough to think such a thing could even happen - but the truth is, there is no recovery process for an addiction to insanity.

Fantasy screws you for life.

That's the reality. If you prefer to be deluded, you will hurt for life. It's why Disney is poison. Everything you believe is wrong. 1 is negative. 0 is positive. Yes is No. No is Yes. Up is Down left is right - this whole world is so confused and no one - no one is confused about pain.

And the screams spray clean across the globe.

If they don't change the logic back to logical, everyone is going to die.

SkyNigger · 01-06-2012, 06:33 PM

It's a pity, I thought on more than one occasion (occasionally my thinking looks like crying). It's a damn shame, the world wasn't more like the fairytales I know and love. The show, the movies, the theatre. Make-believe because I believed this Reality is too real to be plausible. Then I believed this pain was too much to be plausible. You just keep learning new things about yourself. And they're not good things to learn. The wrong limits. You don't want to build up 'resistance' to Pain. God.

Talk about terrifying.

Hollywood 'helps' you along. In every - wrong - way. Confusing you every step of the way.

But they are innocent. It's the confused 15 year olds who are to blame.

Everyone but the 15 year olds know that.
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I could have seen Aun coming, or I thought I could. She could never have imagined I was the guy she'd been looking for her entire life. The first guy, who didn't fall head over heels - it's just, she was confused, bemused but intrigued, I recognized all of this, and I would never have been so stupid as to let my relief show. Because I planned everything, every emotion she felt was by design. Every intricate piece of the puzzle that would take a book (or several) to outline in full. The only difficult hurdle to overcome, was the only hurdle that is ever difficult.

You need to find a hook, to turn disinterest into interest. Then once you have that, I can tell you how easy is it to lose, but only if you want to - bore - their intrigue away.

If you want to keep that interest, it's very easy.

Just dial up the pain.
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She's the killer. They kill for her. She couldn't care less, the second they care. It's beautiful. We're all going to die.

She controls the minds of humans, who have emotions. If you have an emotion, she will control you. Period. And in having an emotion which involves her, she's no longer interested in you. She's just like me. She's just like you. She's better. More ruthless. Less careful. More careless. She rationalises better. Creates her denial faster. Embraces it more completely. Enveloped entirely from caring to change in under 3 seconds. Gosh.

It's all so sweet.

She's like nothing you've ever seen, until you realise you've seen too much, it wasn't real. But it's too late. Then you're toast. No one touches her. She just smashes them together with a laugh. Because she's already moving on to someone else. And the confused remnants fight in frustration and pain. Whilst her head is turned, facing the other way, clapping her hands in delight.

And blood sprays across the room.

It's all so beautiful.

This is a beautiful world of confusion, on the brink of insanity. Humanity is literally ready to explode. Boom. Emotions are out of control. Say the wrong thing. Look the wrong way. Be in the wrong place and the wrong time, and you could be dead before you know it. I've seen far too much of this insanity, it's just ridiculous. Everyone so stupid, my intelligence horrifies me into denial of it. No one can realise they're wearing billboards of their terror.

Bling, to prove happiness? Hah. They create envy because they're happy! They carry knives, because they're tough. They're not afraid, they'll stab you to prove it. Or shoot you, it would depend on what kind of fear they have. Do they want to 'force' fear and respect? It's hilarious.

And tragically, they practice the punch that will give them glory, and they can practice this punch for a decade and they will not come near the punch I watched in slow-motion. There was an argument for 8 seconds, I heard what was said, I said Uh oh, and I watched the symmetry of the spring and the crouch and I swear my blood pressure shot up so fast my heart missed a beat for the first time in my life. I was excited. I was fucking high on emotion. High on drama. I was high on something dirty I knew it. I was literally high on blood, I think.

I knew form when I saw it and I said "this is going to hurt" in the slow motion of the smaller, preliminary arc.

I was completely and totally wrong. I was so wrong. It's almost embarrassing. He didn't hurt at all. He never felt a thing. He wasn't dead before he hit the ground, hah. He was dead a long time before that. This was all a few feet in front of me. One punch, only I will know it was the greatest winning punch thrown in all of history. I asked people later, they didn't want to talk about it. You need to understand this punch.

Killed a man in front of my eyes. Instantly.

Game over.

WINNER.

The greatest win ever.

W.

Game over.

The second body hit the floor. Oh what do you think ever happens in these spots? Who is lying to you, about reality?

I never saw him die. I just said Game over. I saw him wish he was dead. But he wouldn't die. And a cheek muscle I have never been aware of, or remembered since, started spasming. He wouldn't die. And my cheek was losing his nerve? Why won't he die.

Kid was just a fighter. That's the most horrifying thing you can imagine. The other guy got so lucky.

He was dead not long after. I mean, he wanted to be. So I assume human pity takes you there. I need to believe that. Dead. Winner. Dead.

This is the pattern. Or what? What did you think your 'weapons' were going to do? Protect you? You need a mind like mine, or you're toast if you start arms racing. Because waiting for you, and littered all along the way, are minds like mine. And a mind like mine is toast, when it meets a mind, like Aun's.

Two guys dead, I watched literally the entire fucking thing from four feet away. They were fighting over a girl.

What else.

Who else.

Obviously.

I was laughing. There was blood in drinks, blood everywhere it was amazing. It was intoxicating. I was shaking my head in wonder and smirking and laughing and in shock. And all she saw was the smirking and she thought, "Now that's interesting."

I was scanning utter carnage. There was a grown man gasping for air and screaming like a child trying to stop with blood all over his face. It was great. A dead man lay where the dumbest resuscitation attempt in all of history had been abandoned. The man who'd killed him, getting killed by Reality downstairs. You could hear his grunts as he swung at air and then the crisp collect of the practiced leg. Grunt. Thump. Groan. Grunt. Thump. Groan. It was hypnotic. DJ just kept going. Probably so high he'd fallen asleep. And through the screaming and people are starting to throw up now and I'm almost in ecstasy, but trying to keep it together for appearances sake. I see this perfectly terrifying vision. Bullets. Coming right for me.

No, eyes. I'm relieved. It's a girl. What does she want with me. She's stunning. She's curious. Ahh, I was smirking. What a naughty little thing then.

Omg it's her!

Revulsion. When I realised. Too sick. That's too sick for me....christ but so cute. I walked over and said something hilarious - cause there are about 1000 cool lines right there. But she was leaving before I asked her. It's funny. I already knew she'd said Yes, before I asked her. She was running rings about me, that had me thinking...I need to take less drugs.

No. I needed to take a lot more. Drugs are for pain. And I was going to be introduced to pain, as a commodity.

We left. I was so high on emotion, I was rambling non-stop. Aun was...bored? Intently focused on her fascinating phone.

He was still alive. I saw him when we left. I mean, he was breathing. Where do you draw the line. Cause he'd probably go alright (this punch!) against a Muay Thai fighter in a ring. But five? He was fighting for his life for too long. Too long to let someone dead fight for their life. It was wrong. This is a bad bad guy, don't get me wrong. He needed to die. But...

There was a moment of horror for me I cannot describe where I'm feeling sorry for a guy who just killed a guy over a girl. She was a freelancer. Which means she's a glorified hooker. They didn't know that. Neither of them were even going to - get - to take her home. And this was before they even understood how many guys probably thought what they thought that night. You don't want to know.

When I was with her, like when she was in love with me, and we'd be out - I'd count them. 15 in 3 hours. 15 guys believed they'd be fucking her relatively shortly. But that's the key. If you spoke to her, without saying anything, she told you I'm fucking you. And then said "I'm sorry?" when it was clear you got the wrong idea.

She's a very very bad girl. She basically killed me. I couldn't believe it. She still might, you know.

SkyNigger · 01-06-2012, 06:39 PM

It's literally almost impossible to fathom feeling sorry for this violent beast but try to imagine him fighting for his life - utterly without 'hope' for 10-15 - really hard - minutes later. He literally didn't connect with another punch for the rest of his life. But he must have thrown 100 air swings and been pushed a little closer to death each time. And when I went home, with his murderer, he still wasn't dead. The partners of the proprietors had showed up and they weren't impressed. He'd just cost everyone a great deal of money. There are flow-on effects with this sort of thing that ripple for years. They were kinda calm and I wasn't sure if I should even be watching and they literally were as nonchalant as NYC cops grabbing donuts. The only hint of an emotion was when they pile-drove his head across the back of the cage. But maybe they were just putting him to sleep. Literally, I'm pretty sure that's what happened right there.

He had no teeth left. From the Muay Thai. I don't even want to talk about his eyes. I don't want to think about his face, actually.

He'd cost the police a great deal of money, because he's stupid. Confused. An emotional wreck. And so stupid, he thinks being an elite or very nearly elite level boxer would protect him. Danger danger danger this guy was a pure victim, who needed to be put out of his pain, cause he's not going around trying to do good or understand anything. But if you can't see how he's been setup cruelly...

He's literally walking into something like that. Or a bullet. You think he's gonna die old? I never saw him die.

I saw the police arrest him without fanfare. And they'd forgotten to turn on their sirens. Uh oh. Actually they looked bored to me until I saw a little bit of a emotion when they threw him into the back cage. He's lucky he was already missing all his teeth, he'd have probably lost a few there when he went to sleep there. He'd be dead now. It's in everyone's interests for him to be dead and no interests would be better served than his, for death STAT.

It was just so generic. Almost. To my mind, so predictable. The chain of events. Such a winner. 10 years of imagining the punch then the moment of perfect execution and this is why this story is the most important thing I'm capable of doing this week. Maybe he can't read but maybe someone who can can explain to these guys...

Hah. You're all exploiting him. I know how that works.

Who is lying to these guys telling them size matters. Who is doing this. Their parents. Their friends. Their romantic interests. I know.

Same creeps been confusing the fuck out of me for the longest time. It's unexpected that's why. No it's not smart. Guy like him? Could kill them all.

Guy like me? Could get a guy like him to kill them all, and think it was all his idea. Oh don't kid yourself. I'm a filthy creep. I'm Aun, playing idiotic games of plausible deniability sending punches that knock people I don't like, out cold. And the puncher never once suspecting they were used like a puppet. They probably wouldn't like that.

But I can fight my own battles you know. So I do that as well. Never thrown a punch. Never taken one. And I put them down. It's almost too horrifying and too easy to be acknowledged without denial. They've come at me my whole life trying to make me look good or something. I'm small yes. They are geniuses. I have the dumbest mouth they've ever seen. Two gold stars. And then they make the dumbest mistake I can imagine. They think, "This will be a good spot to look tough. Cheaply."

No no no. What. No. They come in and I'm meeting them in fury, furious. Because what is wrong with brains that disassociate that badly. I'll be shaking my head, horrified. "Are you stupid! Do you see any scars here? You've fucked up, haven't you. Oh you realise that now. Moron!"

And they're trying to hurt me by this stage so I'm brutal - cause this is survival now. Never thrown a punch. Nor taken one. Or seen anyone die because of me. But I've killed, I imagine. They can't have all lived? One went for the greatest "Hail Mary" W attempt in history. From crying on the ground, watching his entire world evaporate - def posse freaking me out, I was thinking about sleeping with his terrifying / cute girl. This guy got up and ran like 20 yards straight into a brick wall. With his head. First PoC.

Crack. The blood was...No one could move.

He tried to run through a brick wall. It's what he needed to do to win from where he was. I'll give him that much.

No, he couldn't do it. So he got up and tried again. I was struggling to breathe. I almost committed suicide that day. Instead I never bullied terrified tough guys again. There was a lot of blood. I left his def posse and his girlfriend and walked back into rush hour traffic. Back into insanity. Slaves making $2/day killing each other trying to get to 'work' on time.

This world is so insane, I cannot begin to even tell you. Well that's not true. That's a pretty good start, all there. Actually I began and even got 30% of the way through the insanity. That's a good day's work.

This world is more insane than anyone can imagine - even me. And when it gets so insane kids who can smirk at men who kill men over hookers and then die for their 'victory', when kids that fucked up simply can't take it anymore and breakdown and start crying...the terror that makes me burst into tears because it's insanity beyond me....

I don't know if you are ready to hear about that insanity. Hmm. What the heck.

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You.

That insanity is you. If you're faking happiness. If you're fabulous. If you pretend you're oblivious to all these sorts of things, if you're shocked - just shocked! - that is still a world where men die over women, or flags, or mothers, or all these creepy filthy controlling things. That's what all of this is about. Confusion all starts somewhere and everyone pretends we don't know where it starts. Hah.

Whores. Vile filthy mothers, who need to stop fucking with their children. It's their fault, but they were created by fathers who need to stop screwing over their daughters with idiotic deceit - all so sweet. I could kill you all but I'll go die instead. You think this is a life anyone - wants - to live? People just don't want to die.

There's a pretty big difference.

If you don't care about yourself, your species or the welfare of helpless children. If you think you got this one in the bag and you're better off fighting danger "solo", then you terrify me. And your insanity is too real to be real. I'm not emotionally well-rounded enough to deal with insanity like that. No one is. Hey.

Are you?

Tell me, what are you hoping to win?

I should kill the next player who can't answer that question. You should think about that, before you smirk.

The ball has started rolling very fast now. We're getting to the end now. And it's gonna come up at us in a beautiful rush.

It's a beautiful world, full of beautiful people but everyone is suffering and so, it will be beautiful in flames. The ball is rolling so fast now, I can feel my blood pressure rising in anticipation. It's beautiful. I'm high on emotion. You're beautiful. I'm shaking. Everyone's beautiful. I need medicine to drag me back down to reality. Do you see?

You see how the state is so beautiful? The law is beautiful. Religion is beautiful. Your ignorance is beautiful.

But nothing - not even Aun - will ever be as beautiful as this punch. Killed two men, this punch. It was the greatest punch the world will ever see, and I literally think about trying to find someone else not so terrified of that night that they won't talk about it with me. Or maybe they're terrified of me. Maybe, it's obvious what's going on there. No one likes unpleasant things.

But some people start breathing very quickly. Get the fuck away from them. Damnit.

I'm gonna have to reassess my whole approach there.

Maybe Aun will remember who I can speak to. I still speak to her. I live at the pleasure of Power. Always. There are many powers who can flick their fingers and kill me. You'd be safer if you stopped pretending you thought you could even protect you from you.

We all live at the pleasure of Aun.

If you like, I'll tell you a lot more about her. She's not as sweet as I've made her sound. But you probably worked that out already. You're always ahead of me. You always have been. But someone is always ahead of you.

Wouldn't it be freakish, if that person was so confused they started helping instead of exploiting you? I'm just saying....we all gotta dream right? It's a slave country.

Slaves will always be given to dreams.

What a punch. You probably don't even care. This is too long. What's all this hubbubaloo. If you've skipped to the end you should realise, you've skimmed past the single most relevant article you'll ever read in your life.

It's relevant to you...!

We're talking about you, this is all about your interests now!

You're not even there, are you? No one gives a fuck about you. How can you expect them to, when you don't care about you? Bah.

Who could give a fuck.
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- jonny vincent

01-06-2012, 07:30 PM

ok i am going to have a go at reading all that, hopefully it makes more sence than your computer conversations with yogesh

SkyNigger · 01-06-2012, 07:32 PM

you done good kid. now i need to sleep.

edit: JD it's not brought to you by Spam, is it? It's not $29.95 insulting bullshit so you'll never be waiting for your five senses to be serviceable again.

It's free. You'll read it or you won't. But your mother will never be the same again.

And it's the finest article I've read this week. Maybe the best this year.

I think I did good. I think I need to sleep.

gl waiting for spam to give you your 5c. Skip straight to ESP. it's free.

01-06-2012, 08:22 PM

well i just finished reading it, was a good read but i probably only understood 50% of what you where talking about

i would like you to tell us more about the fight if you can i assume it was two thai fellas fighting in a bar in soi cowboy, thats how i imagined it anyway

hope we can get some more stories soon