I’m aiming at the forehead, Cutting right to the culmination Of our ongoing misery, Getting revenge for all those nearly dead Via this campaign of esoteric extermination, These shots will be the truest sounds of liberty!
Packed my shovel just for this occasion, How long has it been since an attempt this brazen, Deck this palace with the blood and bone Of a trio of failures botched right from the get go!
And as the blood drains from the jugular, Into the void go these three newcomers, Staining their palaces, the color palette forever changed, Justified, all of this is; how can you condemn this rage?
Let it be known, this isn’t for you, My hands didn’t press down on the windpipe For what you think is “right” or “true”, Acting alone, I am; only I made the choice to decide!
Where do we go from here Now that we no longer hear The roaring sounds of self-righteous jeers, Burdened no more by conjured-up fears?
Time to drink up; it tastes so good, How I savor the taste, Intoxicated there I stood, Not letting it go to waste!
From these ruins, to which end Shall my weary feet tread, Gazing upon all of the dead, Is there no limit, is infinity My newfound friend?
O’, I can breathe; o’, what a relief…
And now I stare out into the void, Chances of a new hope are destroyed, Undone by my hands with the greatest glee, No “calm after the storm” into which you can flee, So don’t question me about an end goal, Just hold on tight to your very soul…
I’m lurking around in the darkest corner, Near this presence, no coat could make you warmer, An inevitability you can never escape, The fear itself makes your heart falter and your bones ache, Where shall you go and flee to?
Here I am, waiting here, Patiently standing as a conclusion draws near, A birth cannot happen without me first, For blood to flow, quenched must be my eager thirst!
I’m never going to be gotten rid of, Try as you might, I’m the below that reaches above, My hand holds the blade that cuts through all things, And my crows will peck apart what decays as they all sing, What do you think awaits you?
Eyes watch, hollow and black, Life’s containment allows me to seep through the cracks, But if things must grow, I must clear away what grows old!
Seeds must sprout Upon which is now Forgotten to time, Never again, to stand and rise!
If there’s one thing I cannot stand…it’s a lack of creativity, a lack of originality. And if there’s something else I cannot stand, is uniformity. Where are both found? In things concocted for the purposes of massification and machinification, which are always ruthlessly and violently imposed. Because if order isn’t there to be found, then anarchy reigns. Ergo, a lack of control, a lack of a grasp on what would otherwise organically develop without outside influence, a lack of things meddled with, corralled and coerced about as a result of some jackass having “a vision”.
Perhaps where this phenomenon of boring predictability manufactured to keep dullards happy and outcasts, dreamers of the dark and dangerous, sidelined, is most obvious (for those who are just entering the realm of what is dubbed “radical thought”, anyway) and therefore most glaring, most ripe for vicious and savage critiqur, is in regards to most of humanity’s views on gender and sexuality.
Cisgendered, heterosexual society and its standards serve to impose a bland, levelling, conformist, dull, unimaginative mode of existence upon everyone and everything, and despite what its root word, “hetero”, implying difference, may say, it in fact loathes any kind of sexuality or gendered/non-gendered feelings, practices, or experiences that lie outside of its all-too-arrogant norm, proudly proclaiming itself, in the vein of the Abrahamic father who spawned this accursed thing, to be the one truth, the one universal definition of “correct”, “just”, “righteous”, “moral”, etc. Many of those caught in the trap laid by swindlers who constructed the foundations for this disgrace long ago will balk at these notions, saying that it’s all nonsensical ramblings, that it’s really the gays that wish to make everything all the same, and that heterosexuality and being cisgendered are the norm because that is just the way things are, unable to picture much else outside of the stifling reality that has suffocated their minds and hearts from birth, too vapid to even make the attempt to break out of the mold.
Where heterosexuality and cisgendered ideals have really just one option, one supposedly “right” way to live, one possibility, queerness is infinity. It is chaos, a boundless array of possibilities. It can be everything and nothing (I mean these two in the most literal sense), as well as everything in between. It is unbound and unchained, broken loose from all of the fragile fetters that were born from the brains of those frightened by the reality of how things really are (namely, unknowable and unnamable lawlesslessness, pandemonium). Obviously, this conflicts quite heavily with this marauding monster called civilization, which parades around like an abusive, meatheaded drunkard, bashing, maiming, screaming, eating, and crushing everything that dares step in front of its path. Civilization desires, nay, requires, order. It is aroused most fervently by the squashing of dissent, of the fearsome other. Oh, how it shirks in terror at the mere prospect of an other. And so, it must root out any possibility of an other existing to begin with. For an other shows that it is failing, that it can’t ever succeed, and will remain a utopian pipedream for all time.
How dreadful this is, to Leviathan.
Of course, chaos is useless to civilization. All chaos does is seek to break it up, to wither it away, keep it from ever fulfilling its wishes. For chaos is natural, and civilization is very much not natural. Civilization can’t utilize chaos, because chaos, by definition, isn’t able to be bottled up and leashed. It’s never ending, always changing, forever thrashing around and escaping through whatever containment trying to box it in, leaking out and pouring out.
Now, you may ask, what does this have to do with queerness? Dear reader, it’s very simple: queerness, being chaotic, is not at all able to be reconciled with the squarely utilitarian, efficiency-minded mentality of civilization and its supporters. Cisgendered, heterosexual norms serve to keep civilization going, to keep it upright, instead of causing it to fall apart. These two things maintain order and growth, more so when they are actively propagated. Fostering progress, advancement, linear, upward development, and bolster economic activity, property, the circulation and continuation of money, etc. Queerness, if anything, actively rebels against growth and order, especially since (forgive me for stressing this part so much and repeating it) it is chaotic. Makes sense as to why civilization, since its very incarnation, has always been against the queers.
And if the pinnacle of civilization is to be found in the teachings of Jehovah/Yahweh/Allah, which is also, coincidentally (or maybe not coincidentally), a deity that champions heterosexuality and being cis, as well as law and order, progress (called millenarianism/the end of history), mercantilism, economic absurdities, and all kinds of nonsense, then it becomes all too apparent in my eyes why being queer is associated with Lucifer/Satan, the devil, deviancy and insurrection against Jesus and the cop-angels of Heaven.
Something I think queers should actively embrace.
Does it sound conspiratorially minded? A bit kooky, a bit strange? Yeah, I wouldn’t disagree.
No one else Can detect that Maddening sound But you, and even then, It is only within your Interior; obscured away From all others.
That sound, that Continuous collision Of bone against wood…
For the first time In your brief span Upon this dying world, You are presented with What it is like to Be truly, and utterly Alone.
There it is, Fear and trembling.
Part of you Vainly clings to the Notion of facing that old Cloaked reaper with a stoic dignity.
But who would you impress?
Certainly not it, for Greater men have Withered in its presence.
Your eyes dart around, And the knocking keeps Reminding you that there’s No one else.
So, you give in To the inevitable loss Of you, yourself, Deciding that, Since the void, eternity, Is staring so intensely at you With two vacant eyes, It’d be best to give in to the inevitable chaos, A most intense negation and madness.