animal day

I hate words.

and l e tt er s

I hate them because we lie with them.
Every complete sentence is a potential disaster, a cursed dishonesty that may or may not be entirely consciously willed. But a sentence, as we manipulate them (and as they manipulate us), causes us to lie.

And so I hate words. I hate the formalities of addressing. I hate the words that try to say too much. I hate the words that fly up and mean nothing to a transparent and transcendent imaginary.I hate words that come out of our mouths as we kneel down and pray. I hate the thoughts that are in conflict with the words we say. We can do nothing, but lie.
Words mean so much. That is why we believe the lies we create. Never out of nothing, but lies are the spells of our nature. We lie so often that we can no longer differentiate. We lie with a potency and an urgency not to be caught. And yet, we listen, listen ever so attentively for a lie. And so you can say what you want. And all you leaders and shitholes can weave a narrative so fine that we have no choice but to submit to your lies.

I have nothing more to say then. And I conveniently undermine all that I have written so far. But does it matter if we lie, crash and burn and go to hell for the wagging tongues. Better we cut them off?

We still lie. With a vengeance. With the patient desire to have paradise after all we have done. And so paradise may become this nothingness in which we disappear and never exist.

I don't believe a single thing I say. I count them as shit.
And with that, I begin at the level of a dog. And I am at peace at the fact that I can count myself bestial and only capable of being honestly animal, that I am. I can be honest that I need to pee and shit.

And so, don't expect me to believe a thing you say. I won't. Come to me as a beast...and we will smell each other.