Sexual preference is in no way a classification, merely a vague bit of information; those who somehow identify by their sexual preferences are disgusting and should be shot. As should anyone ever wanting to have children, or anyone who has ever been loyal to neo-liberal conceptions and lassies-faire… or anyone that for some reason perceive gender to be a part of their identity. Kill with fire. Just kill everything with fire. None of it’s of any worth either way.
Sex is revolting. As are human bodies, really, up close and naked they reveal the most hideous flaps of flesh, grotesque by any standards, mountains towering here and there from uneven tectonic plates, protruding mounds with deep abysses and fault lines crisscrossing the landmasses. Not to mention the disgusting genitals… dark unexplored caves with repulsively coloured and uneven walls and hidden sacs, or a strange tower of Babylon strangled by the most hideous worming veins, crowned by a purplish monks exposed skull. Their eyes so playfully alluring, covering up the most warped of secrets like the impressive governments of conspiracy nuts midnight entertainment. As the skin is torn off it reveals the utterly offensive muscular tissue and all the organs engaged in energy-conversion of various sorts, ugly organs, defective, sensitive, prone to failure. Not built to last, like modern kitchen appliances and clothes or NASA’s space shuttles.
When I see people discuss such utterly trivial nonsense such as sex with their friends I want to have my secret police round them up and send them off to the re-education and labour camps. If they ever come back from there they will no longer be interested in pathetic travesties. No longer will their topics of choice be the size of their friend’s asses and tits, or how fucking funny that inane party last Saturday was and how loaded they got, but worldly topics beyond their own selfish sphere. They’ll no longer ponder the joy of driving whilst drunk or how fucking awesome smoking joints is, they will feel no joy, their hearts will be squeezed empty and filled with relentless hatred. Never again will they enjoy their own existence and vanity will be uninteresting to them.
I don’t see any paradox in wanting to end humanity and being appalled at the utter inanity of humans and their lack of emotion. People aspiring to satisfy their own selfish desires offend me, not people without emotion. Sex is a primitive drive to assure the survival of the species. Humans must aspire to move above the retardation of the past, the mammalian habits and behaviours we sadly inherited. With technical enhancements this might one day be reality, though I have no hope ever this will be realised. I know that technology will not be used in constructive ways, but will only be used to produce cloned designer babies in child factories. In the future you will choose by way of a corporate catalogue of offers what kind of a child you want. Who cares what is “natural”, there’s no “natural” state on this planet; existence is ever-changing.
Everything is wrong, flawed; thrown away, forgotten, resigned. I don’t much care what people think of what I say, though I do care about how I appear physically. I dress sloppily, but I never talk to people unless they talk to me first, and if they do I only use the absolute minimum of talk required to get away quickly. I appear hateful, bitter and as a fanatic Stalinist lunatic with a million emotional problems, and I am absolutely aware of why no one in the world wants me, but I’m not sure I care all that much.
It’s a lesson of life; one must deal with the reality; not give in to the foolish instincts that say we must find a mate and reproduce and learn to become a hermit, isolated from the waves of retardation that flow like poison through the populace; the toxins of liberal democracy and the illusion of “freedom”. One must realise the insignificance of ones every action. Nothing matters or makes a difference. Offing oneself the only real solution. Everything else just postponing the inevitable. Every drug-abusing rock-failure ends up with children three marriages later, so much for trying to outrun the instincts… just another meaningless attempt to break away from the bondage of existence, by the claws of Nature devoured…
Posted by Gothic Lolita Kei
