In Regresión Magazine n° 5:
“The only God I believe in is a loaded pistol with a hair trigger.”
Desire, the exaltation and orgy of death and murder, the target to hit, annihilating the border that restricts the identifying model of the flow of life.
To strike and annihilate – to become oneself one’s own god, killing the continuous circle of life that hopes to live and prosper. To try the odor of blood that gushes out of a wound.
The experience that elevates an individual, action that resides in fear of the periphery of consciousness, where remains that static plan becoming an obstacle and imprisoning the touch of egoistic joy.
One’s own joy, in order to be possessed by the shaking of limbs, the unknown existential bottom, the body and mind, diluting the fragment of radical immoral destruction.
Transcending the imperfect and total completion, the execution of the desire to kill, to annihilate the the death of thought, collapsing the libido and the personal hell, tasting and enjoying a life that turns, dying for the exaltation of a God without God.
I possess, I move myself, I feel, I transmit, and I inject the image that transforms itself in front of me, showing the final departure and verifying by the lived life.
Domination and control of my emotions in a dark abyss, lucid I enter down the road of “not listening.”
I push forward, with a broken rhythm, the explanation of action, the spastic tremor, deriving the injected bloodline of the next one close to death. The one who wishes and desires it, overcoming the obstacle of a drawn and desperate face.
To feel the sense of death, having it before you, wanting it, without hope, the choice of an imprisoned body.
Pleasure, passion that divides and separates at an instant. The pure blow to life that flows at the margin of “living”. I am the criminal nihilist who denies obsolete humanity, transcending the moral-mortal human, existence in an identifying and categorical representation in equal evaluations.
I am the bad passion that inhabits the nihilistic abyss, for the destruction that annihilates the multiple protean forms of equality.
My jaws spew forth venomous saliva from the abyss, they look for a warm body. In the cold that breaks the exhaling of breath.
I breath and breath to break the breath, and the blowing of hope, thinking of the illusion of the future, the weak and unchangeable smile, in a stable perpetuation of the logical path that was taken.
The ghost of Kirilov (1), the demon who dwells in me.
I love in the world that dies, in the instant in which I live and breath the fragment of the dying thought, the posthumous exhalation of the penetrating breath, with my insides, the essence of my unicity.
Experimenting, acting like it changes the lived moment, is life, existence is between a logic that categorizes and places on it the seal of truth.
We experience nihilistically – we enter abysmally – savoring the fear of the search for death (and the dead in a succession of real objectives and the normal context of creating perspective.
The miserable fable of the real world exists in the context of life in the society of equals poisoned by my egocentric ambition, annihilating the margin of respect for life.
The fragment that pretends and wishes to break the rule of equalizing compromise with humanist gratitude, of life in the context of the living.
We go on to realize – advancing, in order not to back in the absolute – the absolute that accumulates and imprints the mark of generalization of the dynamic of action, the product of the act, that established the rule to strike at the target, my only objective.
The choice, the dynamic, the intended target, searching through the daily wear, imprinting and tracing, marking the exterior sign of the dualistic representation of society. The margin of the limit that is found and possible, make concrete as an event and an axiom. An report categorizing, the typology of the date of publication deducing the adhesion of the method that the moment follows as well as the planned act.
The logical representation of the sign that turns off the circuit of events, living the way at the margin and hanging on, deducing the conclusion of the reordered affect, the communicative success of the arrangement of the elaboration of the effect-conclusion.
The effect given to the determined disposition, establishing the conclusion that requires and reclaims, making effective the arrangement of the definition of the limit. The one I circumscribe, the specific conclusion of a blocking of hegemonic equality.
Hegemonic equality of the harsh struggle of the egoistic act of the unique objective. It stimulates the side, the opposite of trying to merge with the consequent opposition.
The limit that circumscribes and encloses in itself the border of consciousness [*]
The radical struggle of the unique that looks for its target. It completes the presumption of the absolute planting of hegemonic equality. Predisposing itself in the so-called “society” (so much that – in effect- it is criticized by them). Thus they try to obligate and submit definitively the unique love of an egoistic power.
The fable that invokes predisposing the logic of the event, it converts itself into the effective rule in the concrete and tangible named consciousness; the presumption that pretends to predict the effect from a given act, in a feedback clarifying the truth of the good with the falsehood of evil.
Filth is washed in lucid consciousness of those humanist persons. It is the representation of the limit of the tangible, that breaks and annihilates not only the transfer of the truth, in respect to my only truth. I annihilate the base and the margin of the moral-mortal life.
To strike and the attack are synonyms where I break the “passage of equality” that tries to coagulate and contain the egocentric enjoyment of destruction.
Why the egocentric target?
The egocentric target as negation of order of the structure of the hypothesis and verified truth, the connection between the movement of action and the finalized ethical behavior, among a series of coordinated nouns of the direction (with two sides) in which my destruction should explode. My destruction does not run in any deciphering or deciphered system and is incomprehensible by the protean multitude of versatile behavior. By an imposed clause with the others, the human, that stepped on the other foot to try to be aware and disposed to the anemic avid smile of equality.
The destruction, the annihilation of my target, is the egoist rupture. The hegemonic proposition of the suppositions and the inventories in the profundities of consciousness. To seek enjoyment that becomes the purulent laws of legal ethics in persons – ethical behavior – political ethics (anarchist or not). The reverberant refraction, in the nexus of order and genus in order to an egalitarian division. The grade is typology, in the catalogue of the reparation of the action that is the product of destruction.
The production of destruction, makes that an act- the sleepiness that makes of an authentic movement within a demarcating rule – the only accessible logic to the esoteric multitud for the human race.
I elevate Egoist Unicity against the barrier of of compensation, it is sunk in the Abyss of Nihilism, to strike like terrorist against expired humanity. The reason why it says “no”. Consciousness that reclaims its submission and fault of one’s neighbor, to attack and annihilate in a selective manner.
Annihilating the margin and seduction of fear in the judgment of the moral morta human – and striking and nailing the Nihilist dagger in the weak belly of the conforming reformist.
The retrospective begins, killed and germinating resentment, striking without a system of identification and evaluation of behavior.
Should I value the target – through the valuing of the possible? [**]
I experience the annulment of the advance of the Nihilist Destruction against the world declared to death.
I don’t want “only” the death of the world, as a social system, but also want the death of my target, annihilating logical alteration – a systemization – owing to the apparition of fear in the mouth of consciousness.
The target that I select as a preeminent action of my Joy, longing for the instant when my phallus is raised in the predominance of the next target.
I enjoy the death of my target, selecting it in an Egoistic moment, in which thought is sunk in the light of darkness, the “mortal” life with the dead death.
I am the Nihilist Terrorist and Criminal, who wants the Destruction of the impulsive – derivative system, to unclot the blood, in an infected and purulent wound . The disintegration of the seductive reprobation of ethics, in an optic of organic representation and of behavior, in a straight line that established the automatic automaton.
Annihilating, annihilating, eliminating my egoistic target, in a decomposition of the stream of good conscience, with the end of respect for life and the living, in the precise method of a variable organ of the absolute and the concept.
I negate and break the “neighbor” who comes and turns into my target, in the experiment I cross inverted parabola that indicates the route of the way of hope.
Hope, the horrible concept in the lived moment, in the apparition of bile in the mouth of conscience. [***]
I want the destruction of the utopian illusion of the future, in the ascendent destiny, like the elimination of a judge in the power of the individual.
I explore and advance, I am aspiring, I am in favor of the strategy of assertion, in the passage that annihilates the step taken, that has turned into putrefaction. I emerge and submerge, I impose the libido, and my phallus begins to ejaculate, which I enjoy the image of the death of my egocentric target.
I am the owner of my gun, the elevated narcissist in the breath of death, in the explosion that locates and takes out the bolt of existence, for the “Unique” instant, like the masturbation of my phallus, that has joy in exploding sperm for the end of life!
Stripping, with my Nihilistic-Terrorist gun, the cornerstone of equality, the foundation of truth, the principle of respect of the human essence.
The sensible human-essence, fingerprint of truth, bolt of reality in the vital arc of the end and death.
Nothing in nothingness, it is the design and inspiration that understands and includes the consequent consequence in order, that orders and disposes of the literal movement, the existential clue.
The reality in the present of no-variability, the immovable continuity – repetitive in a circle that given persistence and form, defines the use of the result, recomposes a series of plugs and articulations, where life can continue in death, a life that is already dead, that blocks its own slope, disposing regularly of the life of the utopian illusion.
I penetrate the groove between me and the death of my Egoist target and I savor the moment when the present is stepped underfoot and the destruction of the past is made into simply the past, to express within my Unicity the existence of the breath of a life, that exists and disappears, loses consistency and contracts, expanding the blood, leaving consciousness in pieces, transforming Arbitrary Power, the veins that become the spectre without vital flow.
I raise my Egoist Gun, a song of death, that bursts nothingness into flames toward nothingness, radical and extreme, exalting Terror, without asking of possible infections in the absolute in a dying world. I arm my Power penetrated by the negation of my target, through the exhalation of his breath, steps backward in the illness called, “humanity.”
Spasmodic investigation, eyes turned back into the margin of life, stench of the egalitarian society, the vision projected outward, in the implicit alteration of the same project and the formation of the clot of representations that determine the ordinary occurrence of common emotions.
The will of Death, the Unique that blocks the ethical juridical ground of the rotten community of humans, choosing Free Will, the attack against the delicate “heart” of the human subject, losses in a tenuous life like a fragile branch of a fallen tree.
I want to break one of those branches, reducing it to nothing, to identify the worth of the true world, killing the common emotion that the mortal moral consciousness erects.
For the Nihilistic Annihilating Funeral of a Life
[*] The consciousness – postulate of the ethical comportmental truth – the dwelling of the submissive – not as the Egoistic Individual – but rather as a subject “subject” who redeems his passions, that flow step by step in a metaphoric periphery, far from the Egoist and Destructive joy of “certainties”.
[**] The “Possible”, geometric and schematic action, reduces Egocentric Power to the flow that reflux determines, the sequential movement of hegemonic egalitarian egoism, evading the annihilation of the true values imposing – the doctrine of respect of the parts, acting in order to secure Nihilistic joy and the schematic action, in a series of rules that make possible an action within the limits that cannot and should not be transcended.
[***] The common metaphor of the “mouth of conscience” is the link between the act of the individual to impose dualistic morals that are part of the conscience. This expresses by the mouth, imposing deduction, resolution, within the limit that cannot be transcended, since the truth is not an ethical way of acting, within the agent of representation of the good in respect to Terroristic evil.
- [NB: a character from Fydor Dostoyevsky’s novel, The Demons.]