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Commandment III — I’m Not Here to Be Soft. I’m Here to Be Sacred; A Ritual Manifesto on Boundaries as Holy Ground and the Divine Violence of Refusing to Shrink

“Mixed-media collage of a monk forging a glowing sword on an altar-anvil beneath a torn red banner reading ‘Soft ≠ Sacred,’ with small melting cherubs beside him.”

Everybody wants soft — soft edges, soft words, soft apologies. Soft keeps the peace. Soft sells. Soft makes sure no one gets their feelings bruised. But sacred isn’t soft. Sacred is steel — sharpened to a razor’s edge by Truth. It cuts you free from the bullshit you were born into. Being sacred doesn’t mean …

Commandment II — If It Needs to Die, Let It; A Funeral Sermon for Dead Versions of the Self, Ghosted Beliefs, and the Sacred Art of Letting Shit Go Without Guilt

10/17/2025 — commandments, essays
Surreal collage of a man staring into a casket where his reflection shows a decaying skull, as saints and a skeleton smoke beside a glowing red neon sign reading ‘LET IT DIE.’

We cling to so much bullshit. Jobs that eat us alive. Relationships that rot from the inside. Beliefs that served us once but now just sit there like moldy leftovers in the back of the fridge. You know the thing — the one you already know is dead, but you keep pumping CPR into it …

The Foul-Mouth Philosopher Probably Means Cum

Surreal vintage collage of an old philosopher studying a glowing cloud labeled ‘Meaning,’ surrounded by monks debating under question marks.

“To understand the Foul-Mouth Philosopher, one must first ask not what he said; but what he probably meant.”– attributed (later disavowed) to the FMP (Foul-Mouth Philosopher), Interview That Definitely Happened (2023) Overview “The FMP Probably Means Cum” is an interpretive meme, philosophical shorthand, and minor ideological skirmish surrounding the writings of the Foul-Mouth Philosopher (FMP). …

Truth Doesn’t Burn If You’re Not Coated in Bullshit

10/13/2025 — Uncategorized
Surreal collage of a man with a fire hydrant for a head shouting the word ‘TRUTH’ in flames while a lighter is held toward him, surrounded by fire.

People love to say “the truth hurts.”Nah.Truth only hurts if you’re lying. I can say outlandish shit about myself because I’m not trying to keep up a façade.Or maybe I am. Maybe I’m such a dark-souled bastard that the stuff I admit out loud is just the smoke screen.Maybe the performance is the confession. Either …

Why Are You Mad They’re Mad?

10/13/2025 — essays
Absurd collage of people with megaphone heads yelling at mirrors labeled ‘Not About You,’ while a calm philosopher sips coffee in the center.

I don’t get people who get offended when other people are offended by racial slurs.Like, you’re not even the one being targeted — why are you volunteering as tribute for the bigot brigade? I love pointing out when I’m being racist toward white people. It always gets the white crowd giggling and nodding along, like …

Commandment I — Your Voice Is Sacred at Full Volume; A Gospel of Loud Truths for the Chronically Polite (Speak the Fuck Up, Amen, Hallelujah, and Pass the Microphone)

10/10/2025 — commandments, essays
Surreal collage of a preacher with a golden megaphone for a head shouting beams of light while saints cover their ears under the words ‘Sacred’ and ‘Louder.’

You’ve spent your whole goddamn life being told to tone it down, to keep it polite, to “use your inside voice.” Guess what? That inside voice is what’s been choking you to death. That little whisper you’ve been trained to live in? That’s not humility. That’s a muzzle. Your voice is not some dainty accessory. …

My Mother Doesn’t Like Me (and That’s Okay)

10/09/2025 — self aware
Surreal collage of an old glowing refrigerator filled with wilted flowers, hearts, and a leftover labeled ‘EXPECTATIONS,’ while a woman holds her nose.

I don’t really think my mother likes me, not in the cinematic, “we’re enemies” kind of way. more in the chemical-mismatch way. I’m the smell she can’t stand but can’t identify in the fridge. she spends all of saturday gutting it, muttering about “chicken-shit” leftovers, and by the end she’s mad at the fridge itself; …

The Foul-Mouth Manifesto – First Blog Post; Who the F*ck I Am and Why You’re Here (or How One Tired Philosopher Decided to Stop Pretending, Start Swearing, and Laugh at the Storm Like a Maniac)

Surreal collage of a philosopher laughing in a thunderstorm with words like ‘truth’ and ‘holy’ falling like rain and a glowing halo made of notebook pages.

The Foul-Mouth Philosopher Manifesto Who the F*ck I Am & Why You’re Here 🗣️ Who the F*ck Is Talking My name is Joshua Van Leuven and I’m the Foul-Mouth Philosopher, and this is the Foul-Mouth Philosopher Manifesto. Not a guru, not your life coach, not here to sell you a juice cleanse or some weak-ass …

Fake Humility; My Most Polished Sin

10/07/2024 — self aware
Surreal collage of a saint polishing his glowing halo while angels take selfies behind him, with peacock feathers forming his robe.

Self-awareness, but make it a mirror maze. 😇 Fake Humility — My Most Polished Sin Let’s be honest; I have fake humility down to an art form. It’s my favorite camouflage. My emotional shapeshifter. It lets me sound self-aware and superior in the same breath — like, “Oh, I don’t take myself too seriously,” while …