Re:TheAshLad - Sandbooks

as well. executed by a machine (imaginethis poem implemented into a
modified.. noemata. Re the truths of the purebred night. what are you
whining about. of the absolute of despair as we approach armageddon..
oh. Extinction. No culture none is innocent the devastation is built into.
language pretends to be innocent and we get whining. with burroughs
we identified the viral aspect of language. but it is through the
prosthetic instrumentality of capitaltechne'. that the virus of language is
able to grow the nodes of teleological. desiring machines ie workers..
whining machines. is Can there be 'immanence' within the manifold of
humanity. or is humanity's line of flight the destruction of the earth's.
'immanence'... immanence innocence. with the chaotic spell of capital..
immanence of capital capital of immanence. which will finally do the
earth in. It is becoming more evident. every day that we are in the
endtimes. It may take another thousand. years but the inertia is visible
everywhere you look.. it likes us. though mainly because of the
exceptionally farreaching nature. of human ignorance.. innocence. lq.
ignorance. A certain truth There is no salvation.. a certain salvation
there is no truth. Death is the only arbiter.. death is nothing to blame.
Annihilation and meaning are identical.. meaning is no meaning. From
one viewpoint many. From many viewpoints one.. all's well in
coconino. Good and evil dissolve.. everyone goes to jail. The stases of
objects inhabit the wheels of decay and corrosion.. he wants to believe
in god. The comingtogether is the pullingasunder.. god is reverse time.
Chaos rules dissolves into noise noise rules.. well things go a little up
and down. The number and quality of truth always loses focus.. another
focus. My culture is your death. My death is your culture.. you won't
die since you didn't exist. Nothing survives violence.. violence survives
nothing. Every creature suffers blindly in the guise of its body.. in the
guise is suffering. Pain is of no consequence outside the flesh.. so forget
pain if you can pain is only pain. The annihilation of the human race
would only prolong the. catastrophe.. meaning prolongs the catastrophe
meaning is pain. We live only to destroy in the masquerade of decency..
we're evil but then dissolve so nothing. Other truths evaporate in the
face of death.. other deaths evaporate in the face of no truth. We live so
that we might not die.. speak for your self. We live so that we might
die.. selfless. I say to you Your death is my salvation.. speaking of
pronouns Iyou. Every death is a meal.. the end continues. Among the
humans the pinnacle of deceit.. this. Exaltation is a painless death.. hero
violence. There's no end to the end of it.. rhetorical end. stories are
told. the end. Re the truths of the purebred night. aporia ( prÆ prÆ) n. pl.
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