~V~
[Listening to Tame Impala... a revelation!]
Greetings... I suppose I didn't learn shit from yesterday's failures, eh? Oh now, but it feels so great to just unleash one's psychological intestines upon the world. Perhaps that's a bit too dramatic, though; it's not like the words I speak or the thoughts I think are displayed on some grand screen on the neon moon, I mean come on, I'm not V...
Oh wait a minute, I am! And I'm loving it.
I was thinking some about V today, and of the epic novel in which he was the protagonist. Of course I went into a panic state of anxiety when I fully realized how much SHIT there is left to read, watch and fucking listen to, but that's a whole other story. I should be happy, I suppose, happy that I still have memories to create. Memories memories memories, all figments of our imaginations. That's why we need other people; to remember, I mean, and to be sure of what we remember. That's what the citizens of Oceania were lacking: companionship and love, and so their realities were in the hands of other, more sinister minds.
Anyway, so this fucked up Thursday made me feel physically ill. I woke up early in the morning, woken up by a dude in my class (wut), and then I went on to school. I ångested my way through exams, physics, and that wretched school-photo. Ah fuck it, I'm not going to spill out this trivia, even if its fucking necessary to prove my point. 'Dis shit ain't worth it.
Point is, (God take forever), I wished to be V and I wished to FUCK THIS LAND OF ANARCHOCAPITALISTIC-PSEUDOLIBERALISTIC-EGOALTRUISTIC STATE in its righteous fucking ass. I dreamed to be one of those 9/11 pilots (Hey hop, major treason on the way), not fighting for religion of course, but for ..
For what? Justice? no, that ain't it... Freedom? Nah, I pretty much do what I want as it is...
Moral harmony? There you go!
I would take such pride in being the one, symbolically raping the Western Civilization; this civilization of eternal slumber and uselessness; this civilization, in which stupidity and dreary is the fucking norm; this vast library of knowledge visited by analphabetics.
But as we all know, revolutions are futile, and unsuccessful. Every man fighting against the despotism, does so not on behalf of some grand idea, but for their own safety and the safety of their children, and ultimately, their own Utopia. In the beginning, it will always be exciting and joyous, for Current Society is the common enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend, wasn't it so? But after a while, when the tyranny has been overcome, and the despotism is crushed, anarchy rises. Violent fucking anarchy. And this is what V knew, and so he carefully named these infantile days of Post-Revolution "The land of do as thou wilt".
Man turns into beast, for the seductive mistress of power has sung her siren songs onto him, and Man succumbs to the will of his primal ancestors.
And what next? Well, I suppose every goddamn revolution in the history of man can show you what the fuck next.
Oh hello thar Stalin, Castro, Khomeini, Napoleon, Hitler (in a sense, a revolution), and all you other gentlemen.
Not to mention the USA, born out of entrepenurial dreams of liberty and freedom. Ironic?
And FUCK reform, for that matter! Fuck slow change. What the fuck worth is a utopian vision, if its not to occur until ten generations after your dead? Granted, reform is the only plausible way of reconstructing a society, but it fucking sucks. Regardless of one's ideology, we must all acknowledge life as one's own, and that one is the complete and undisputed ruler of oneself. obvi? So, maybe an uncertainly bright future satisfies the harmony of some but it sure as hell ain't gonna be appreciated by the Utopian inhabitants. Because to them, it is NOT fucking utopia, obviously. Everything is relative.
And so, V, I would like to join you in your Revolutionary death, for who else could have ever feel what you felt. You were the united soul of Revolution, and you were The Hatred towards despotism. And your Utopian vision, was shared by all... except logic.
"The land, of do as you please"... I shall, dear V. I shall.
[V for vendetta is one of the greatest (graphic) novels of all time, read it now... over and over again]
(Haha, now I got FRA(Fuck our Rights in the Ass) on my hands. In case your reading, FUCK YOU AND GO KILL YOURSELF. Is money and every-day life really so great, that you, without doubt, fucking infringe upon other people's integral rights? Back the fuck off, or I'll unleash hell on you. goddamned cocksucker)
ha ha, I'm not the least bit angry, sad or turbulent. I just do it for the sake of Drama. Lovely Drama.
adieu
Greetings... I suppose I didn't learn shit from yesterday's failures, eh? Oh now, but it feels so great to just unleash one's psychological intestines upon the world. Perhaps that's a bit too dramatic, though; it's not like the words I speak or the thoughts I think are displayed on some grand screen on the neon moon, I mean come on, I'm not V...
Oh wait a minute, I am! And I'm loving it.
I was thinking some about V today, and of the epic novel in which he was the protagonist. Of course I went into a panic state of anxiety when I fully realized how much SHIT there is left to read, watch and fucking listen to, but that's a whole other story. I should be happy, I suppose, happy that I still have memories to create. Memories memories memories, all figments of our imaginations. That's why we need other people; to remember, I mean, and to be sure of what we remember. That's what the citizens of Oceania were lacking: companionship and love, and so their realities were in the hands of other, more sinister minds.
Anyway, so this fucked up Thursday made me feel physically ill. I woke up early in the morning, woken up by a dude in my class (wut), and then I went on to school. I ångested my way through exams, physics, and that wretched school-photo. Ah fuck it, I'm not going to spill out this trivia, even if its fucking necessary to prove my point. 'Dis shit ain't worth it.
Point is, (God take forever), I wished to be V and I wished to FUCK THIS LAND OF ANARCHOCAPITALISTIC-PSEUDOLIBERALISTIC-EGOALTRUISTIC STATE in its righteous fucking ass. I dreamed to be one of those 9/11 pilots (Hey hop, major treason on the way), not fighting for religion of course, but for ..
For what? Justice? no, that ain't it... Freedom? Nah, I pretty much do what I want as it is...
Moral harmony? There you go!
I would take such pride in being the one, symbolically raping the Western Civilization; this civilization of eternal slumber and uselessness; this civilization, in which stupidity and dreary is the fucking norm; this vast library of knowledge visited by analphabetics.
But as we all know, revolutions are futile, and unsuccessful. Every man fighting against the despotism, does so not on behalf of some grand idea, but for their own safety and the safety of their children, and ultimately, their own Utopia. In the beginning, it will always be exciting and joyous, for Current Society is the common enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend, wasn't it so? But after a while, when the tyranny has been overcome, and the despotism is crushed, anarchy rises. Violent fucking anarchy. And this is what V knew, and so he carefully named these infantile days of Post-Revolution "The land of do as thou wilt".
Man turns into beast, for the seductive mistress of power has sung her siren songs onto him, and Man succumbs to the will of his primal ancestors.
And what next? Well, I suppose every goddamn revolution in the history of man can show you what the fuck next.
Oh hello thar Stalin, Castro, Khomeini, Napoleon, Hitler (in a sense, a revolution), and all you other gentlemen.
Not to mention the USA, born out of entrepenurial dreams of liberty and freedom. Ironic?
And FUCK reform, for that matter! Fuck slow change. What the fuck worth is a utopian vision, if its not to occur until ten generations after your dead? Granted, reform is the only plausible way of reconstructing a society, but it fucking sucks. Regardless of one's ideology, we must all acknowledge life as one's own, and that one is the complete and undisputed ruler of oneself. obvi? So, maybe an uncertainly bright future satisfies the harmony of some but it sure as hell ain't gonna be appreciated by the Utopian inhabitants. Because to them, it is NOT fucking utopia, obviously. Everything is relative.
And so, V, I would like to join you in your Revolutionary death, for who else could have ever feel what you felt. You were the united soul of Revolution, and you were The Hatred towards despotism. And your Utopian vision, was shared by all... except logic.
"The land, of do as you please"... I shall, dear V. I shall.
[V for vendetta is one of the greatest (graphic) novels of all time, read it now... over and over again]
(Haha, now I got FRA(Fuck our Rights in the Ass) on my hands. In case your reading, FUCK YOU AND GO KILL YOURSELF. Is money and every-day life really so great, that you, without doubt, fucking infringe upon other people's integral rights? Back the fuck off, or I'll unleash hell on you. goddamned cocksucker)
ha ha, I'm not the least bit angry, sad or turbulent. I just do it for the sake of Drama. Lovely Drama.
adieu
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