Communism refers to the organic, natural self-organization of humanity, found when we still lived as wildlife, with all capital and necessities held in common, and with leadership existing only through respect, not coercion. The goal of the communist is to bring this state to industrial society.

This image encapsulates the entirety of media coverage in 2025 and I think that's fascinating

We're legitimately fucked, aren't we? Like, it's too late. What's done is done. We've had our chances and we wasted them all. Now it's time to face the consequences of our actions, I suppose.

And Jesus asked him, “What is your name?” He replied, “My name is Legion, for we are many.” - Mark 5:9

spl i t t i n g

Days used to mean something… what changed?
Was it me or the world?
The answer is, of course, yes.

Elope with and within the cradle of Life, make your needs the passions and fruits of Her. Just as you once were one, so you will remain united. So as you were eternally divided, so too will you be eternally alone.

Expect death. Expect suffering. Expect change. These three phenomena are the only true guarantees you have in life, and you would be best always keeping that in mind.

(1) Civilization and its components are nothing more than the mass auto-domestication of humanity.

There is a reason isolated tribes and so-called wild children have been so often likened to feral animals—it’s because that is quite literally what they are.

Humans are so colorful and pretty on the inside, why do we insist so on hiding ourselves within bland and boring skin? Why do we enpattern our skin in a crude, frail mockery of beauty, when the rest of our flesh is beautiful by default?

In the USA, the nature of the contemporary state as a dictatorship of the bourgeoisie has been thoroughly unmasked thanks to Elon and Donnie’s antics. There is no more use in spineless complacency, the fun from playing pretend has run dry. Why continue? It has no hope, so please, tear it all down!

The memories of my past don’t exist anymore. This scares me. My past experiences are not real, they are nothing more than imprints of a long-lost once-was. The places I was in, people I interacted with, emotions I felt—they are gone, forever, never to exist ever again, no matter what.

(1) Ding dong! Wake up people! Your salvation has arrived! They have arrived long ago, in fact!
Before you existed! Before any of us! Before any our ancestors bred each other like the animals we all are! Before anything knew of its own nature as a writhing mass of reality!

When did I happen?

Who is I? Where is when?
Are “they” in the “room” with “us” right “now”?

I only feel anything once I let down my barriers and standards, give up my understanding and awareness, and let the absurdity and childish nature of being alive seep into me.

Finality does not exist.
Even when a story ends, the reader keeps it alive.
Even when the reader dies, they do not disappear; their form simply shifts into something new, something different.
Even when the world ends, a new one will be built from the corpse of that from whence it came.

The clock spins thrice

A new dawn has arrived!