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What is it? This Fate!

First and foremost, there will be this: a ruptured gallow with the noose hanging half pitched. But nonetheless will there be a hanging, a quite unforgivingly impossible one. A hanging against the almighty piety of life!   What vindication I had bestowed against thine universe; what callous imprisonment against thee; what hesitant bewilderment I will show you!  One that must be accomplished! For the sake of metaphysics and human evolution! Such deity showing such callous to us! Look at what they’ve done!  Can’t we grab the apple and eat it? What callousness they bestow? What good is a lie to god if he imposes such things!  Must we watch carefully for the next movement? Must we read with our eyes peeled? Must we walk and sleep with shoes on? For heavens sake, must we hit the stroller!?  Thus he appears:  No thine passionate brethren; see only to thine callousness and you will see there is no solidness in callousness. You must not learn anything but...
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Blank Man

Man wakes from his sleep, still fatigued and half naked and itchy all over from an unmade and dirty bed. He groans and after a while forcibly brought himself up from the bed. Glancing over the windowsill his eyes awaken from the gleaming sun rays thinking about how grueling his day will be. Shortly afterwards he walks to his bathroom stepping on clothes and things on the way while rubbing his eyes. At the bathroom he is greeted with his reflection from the mirror, the only way he can see what’s behind him, for he only knows there is blank anywhere his vision isn’t. He rejoices as though as he relieved a bothering impulsion, as though as his eyes were finally fixed. After looking for a good while, detailing his surroundings in his background and avoiding the shame of his uncared for face, he showers. Afterwards he eats what’s left in his pantry in his impoverished and lonely apartment. He finds grits stored in the far end of the pantry and eats them. Sitting in his two person table in t...
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Vindication

  There is a profound vindication of life. One that disavows the indifference of suffering and the ardency of suffering. There, as a result, is what we call justice: the longevity of human life. A dichotomy of an all encapsulating word and the antonym of it; the balance, thereby a vindication. This vindication, a new consciousness, requires a means of production; must create a means to an end of this screw of suffering. Dealing with a reconciliation of the subconscious; these judgements of the external world, this malicious, ill-informed judgement yet encapsulating an enduring cheer for life. It is this life that is defined to be semantic, one that every human has a definition of its nature: unresolved anger yet an indifference with the external, a hope for a backworldness in which to dictate life; all of which is a rejection of the external world. It is these revolts, vindication of human suffering that carries so much shame and a cry for eudaimonia; this rejected aspiration for a...
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