WE’RE FLYING HIGH (WE’RE WATCHING THE WORLD PASS US BY)

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.

But if one really thinks about it…

Am I wrong?

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LET’S START TO SIN

Passionate, romantic,
An affront to
The stoic brute, that
Unfeeling brute. Connected to the
Source of life, a stern distinction from the
Nihilist of all nihilists.

Embodiment of the Dionysian
Principle, she stands as an
Affront to the Apollonian creeds
Of the desert-walkers and their
Fetid tulpa. Manifesting the
Chaotic, orgiastic, wild and uninhibited
Inclinations of Life (for Life is no
Tamed beast, but a wild series of
Outbursts springing free,
Unrestrained and unchained),
Foul curses are thrown her way.

Associated with the demonic,
She is; perhaps not inaccurate,
Considering she has more in common
With that ever present essence
Beyond the range of the
Maniacal and tyrannical demiurge,
The false God. By the whims of the
Unimaginative and skulking,
Lashed and eviscerated she
Has been throughout history.

Chaos lives inside her…

Via her walls,
Enthusiasm and
Luscious ecstasy, love,
That boundless, ceaseless thing,
Reign supreme…

Blurring the lines between
Death and birth…

A wordless knowing,
She feels, with
Existence, and its truths…

Logic, cold rationality,
Icy and frigid wisdom,
That is foreign to her…

Pure soul, that is what she is…

The revolt of the spirit
Seals her death,
Eager to place her in a tomb…

Her whole existence
Is an art, a creative endeavor…

Perhaps it strikes a
Chord of resentment
Within that counterpart of hers…

Heretic, she was always deemed,
Damned by that atheistic God
Born in the minds of tyrants,
Run amok in slaves who enslave
Each other. There is no soul
Nestled within the confines of
The terrible trinity. Show me
One of their followers; I shall
Be looking upon a miserable, empty
Shell, a bastard.

She is the bearer
Of fertile fields,
Harbinger of that
Which goes beyond
Discord and order,
Love and hate,
Creation and destruction.

For she is no system,
Not something to be understood.

Contradiction and complication
Aplenty. Without intentions,
Since this runs contrary to the soul.

Best left to the poverty of the mind…

And there it is, isn’t it?

God’s second mistake,
She is; Man was his first, for
Man rebelled; some of Man,
That is; a brave few, most exemplified
By the Green Man, who watered the ground
With the first droplets, bled from his
Slain brother.

And so shall she hang
Jehovah, the Mad Arab, the
Nazarene; so shall she partake
Of the blood of their slit throats,
Relishing in the taste of their
Deaths, becoming drunk on
The obscene tortures they shall
Endure when they are dragged away
Into the pits of Sitra Achra.

It is true, Jehovah
Fears her deeply, for
He knows her might,
That connection she has,
In relation to the night side,
And he knows…by her, he’ll be eclipsed.

YEARS THAT HAVE PASSED ARE NOW CENTURIES

Flowers grow through skulls left behind from long-deceased peoples. The towering giant of yesterday now lies dead within the dirt, wretched and botched creature that it was, now only sustenance for the green things it loved to mercilessly cut down. Bone dust grows the trees that burst through the ruins of spiritual and physical decay crafted by a lousy, bipedal mishap. Up and above the fossils of Homo Sapiens, bloom the signs of a spring that has come once again. Marrow feeds the new kingdom of flora that shall once again restore color and beauty to the face of the planet, allowing this wondrous home to no longer be barren and deserted. All the thanks to the sacrifice given, if unwillingly, and maybe even unknowingly, so long ago, by that cosmic mishap.

Nations now bear fruit that was once thought to be extinct. Without boundaries, without the limits imposed by Homo Sapiens, without the constant breeding for the mere purpose of worthless, soulless, disgusting hedonism, gorging their overweight bodies on laboratory creations for the sake of endless indulgence. Quite hilarious, for Nature got the last laugh. All of these wonderful treasures are open to all other creatures who are so inclined, except the one that, thanks to their incessant revolt, tasted the consequences of their insatiable murder and vivisection.

Tinged with red are the innards of bark, grass, shrubs, leaves, the fertile soil, flowers, stems, and such anatomical parts of the rooted kin. Stained crimson from inside are these plant friends, nourished on the most forbidden of drinks. Which thus makes it the strongest, the most powerful, of elixirs to partake of. In the ashes of the hominid empire, they stand proud and tall. From the smallest, most minute blade of grass, to the tallest, proudest, sturdiest conifer, all were watered on the life-giving liquid of that rotten, corrupt species that was deemed to be, by a most ignorant specimen, the pinnacle of biological evolution. If that were true, then why did they, while the inferiors are continuously grown on their remains? Cadavers served their purposes as fertilizer, and are remembered no longer. At best, a mere blink in the eyes of history and time. For it was born fast, and it died fast. Better off, all is, without the silhouette, the dingy form, lurking in every corner, of every acre. Those who may’ve come into contact with them, who may’ve known what they were, and what they looked like, are long gone. Not that there was anything worth knowing. Best left to be forgotten.

So ironic, isn’t it? Before, all of this, this artistic creation of a mind incomprehensible, with each of its occupants inhabiting unique points in time and space, unlike any others, each with wills of their own, and no will exactly identical to any other, striving with, rather than against, as it was meant to be, simply…Being…because that is the way of the soul, the heart, and not the mind, was simply seen as auxiliary material. Condemned to be fed to the beasts. Leviathans. Was there multiple? Or just one hulking, homeless abomination? Hmm, maybe it shall never be known. Perhaps it is best left that way.

Oh, how the tables hath turned. Now it is these destroyers of life, who made war upon it, day in and day out, except for those few, those precious, largely unacknowledged, heroic few (t’is always but a few, isn’t it?), who did their best to go back to the ways of the Mother, knowing, even if just a little bit, with either faint or large inklings, that this was the way to Truth, these things called “people” are now “standing reserve”. For eternity. Plant feed, for the splendid garden, which houses and also gives nutrients to many of the slowly returning fauna that was nearly rendered extinct, who also provide meals for many of the other fauna, who are not given to consuming that which sprouts from the ground.

Sadly, very sadly, those courageous few, they were condemned, killed, ridiculed, shunned, banished, tormented, threatened, slandered, and eventually purged from the memory of the whole, dismissed as crazy, decadent, degenerate, corrupt, idolatrous, kooky, inane. But, nay, it was that stupid majority, that bafflingly braindead mass, the overconfident and over-praised all too human, congregating into numbers deemed “many-too-many”, that was…hopelessly, and miserably, lacking in any intelligence, or spirit.

In the dirt, flesh has dissolved into it. Human meat became a part of the dirt, laced with the earthy, brown skin of the dear planet. Probably the only useful thing it could’ve ever done. As humanity was composted, the garden of Eden, which was once pure and undisturbed, began to grow back again, into its thriving state. No longer under the threat of constant siege. Hacked and chopped away by whirring blades and trampled by vomiting, belching, motorized monstrosities? Never again. Able to grow as big and strong as Nature will allow. Interfered with by the arbitrary and destructive accident that was Adam’s clay-born sons, they no longer are.

Over by the distant horizon, with great mountains in the background, standing peacefully in the vast field, which leads into a great, dense forest, are two figures. Male, and female. Each bearing tall scythes, resting upon their shoulders, hands firmly grasped on their handles (fashioned out of blackthorn). Their free hands held together, fingers laced. Looking off into the direction of the ever present sun.

The Green Man, and the Mistress Of Blood. Heads adorned by crowns of poisonous thorns. Eyes as black as coal, with otherworldly, acausal blood flowing in their veins. Born from the domain of dark, unknowable gods, who were abandoned by that hairless ape for their demiurges, their tulpas, abstractions and ideations with no basis in actuality or meaning of any sort.

Standing side by side, as blood drips evermore from the tips of the scythes. And behind them, always, do miracles of foliage and vegetation flourish, which leads to all else flourishing as well.

Here on out, ahalt the Earth be regarded as a cheap whore?

Asketh the Green Man and Mistress Of Earth,
Bringers of both death and rebirth.

With smiles on their faces, both shall say, “nevermore”.