TRIGGERED CHANEL’S

Der Narr
Der Narr
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

This is what’s wrong with things in this city. This is what’s wrong with everything in the whole state, the whole country, the whole world, the whole universe and everything in between. Didn’t you know? Institutionalized problems ebb and flow through everything, even the oceans of dark matter in the great unknown. They permeate time and space, they infect every Higgs, every Boson…

You say religion, I say animal instinct. You say the other guy, I say you’re all the same. You say you’re this and that, this and that, this and that. You say you’re lactose intolerant then you buy a sundae, you say you respect women then you drool over a fashion magazine, you say you love your neighbour and you’re really a good person and everything would be fine if people stopped being themselves and were a little more like you. But that doesn’t make you like Kim Jung Un or anything, no of course not. Because you hate his chubby cheeks and his Mao tunic and all the nuclear weapons testing; that automatically means that you’re nothing like him.

You know what the real problems are. You got all the answers, you know all the facts. Too bad you’re too scared of everyone else to do anything about it. Then again maybe it’s better that way, maybe people like you should be all talk and no walk: we wouldn’t want you to run off a cliff now, would we?

You know what people would call you then? They wouldn’t call you liberal or progressive or individualistic or any of that. You would just be another idiot, another sod who’s pursing his lips while looking through the storefront window at the impossibly expensive clothes I’m wearing and thinking that with that shape if I was an actual flesh and blood person you would ask me out for dinner, never mind the fact that you’re holding hands with someone else. They’re just thoughts, they don’t matter, she doesn’t matter, I don’t matter.

I say it’s probably best that your existence remain as pointless as it is right now. Because you’re hopelessly misguided, you’re beyond salvageable. You think you’re nothing like me, but in reality you’re just like me and everyone and everything else that you loathe and despise and dehumanize: a headless plastic mannequin, swaggering off a cliff.

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“Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: ‘I seek God! I seek God!’”

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