Hope as sedative; consequence as awakening. Hope is the prettiest drug on the market.Sold in pastel bottles and affirmation fonts.“Keep believing.”“Stay positive.”“Trust the process.” But most people don’t want hope — they want permission to wait.They want a cosmic babysitter who promises that the work can start tomorrow. Hope, by itself, is anesthesia.It numbs the …
I crunched the numbers this morning — not stocks, not calories, not spirituality. My dick. Yeah, I ran the Fibonacci sequence starting at my own divine measurement. And twelve steps later? 377. Three hundred and seventy-seven units of recursive, self-referential, infinitely looping dick. A dick so mathematically pure it spirals through time like a horny …
There are quotes that are metal, and then there are quotes that are so metal they blast your eyebrows off from across the room. Most people think “metal” means screaming, leather, and a guitar that sounds like a wood chipper eating a lawnmower. But no. Metal is attitude. Metal is truth delivered with a snarl. …
A social critique disguised as etiquette advice. Politeness is just aggression in a pressed shirt.It’s the language of domination dressed as civility — the way power keeps its hands clean while silencing the messy truth.We’ve built a culture where being “nice” is more important than being honest, and where “respectability” is the currency of obedience. …
The body’s rebellion against a world on fire. Anxiety isn’t your enemy.It’s your body’s early warning system — a finely tuned instrument built for survival in a world that keeps pretending it’s safe.It’s the siren that goes off before the roof collapses, the smoke alarm screaming before you smell the fire. We keep talking about …
A sermon on refusing the cult of self-improvement. Salvation through satisfaction. Siddhartha Gotama wasn’t born enlightened.He was born comfortable.Silk sheets, servants, no suffering — a human terrarium built to protect him from reality.And then one day, he saw the truth: no one escapes pain.Not even the soft, the safe, or the rich. He didn’t sit …
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I was playing a game, minding my own digital chaos, when this kid — maybe fifteen, maybe ancient — says the word jubilation. And I stopped. Like—wait, what? Jubilation? Out loud? In public? You can’t just drop a cathedral of a word like that into the chat and keep moving like nothing happened. And everyone …
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 …