[size=200]some fucking people just don’t know when to stop giving shit and keep giving shit until your mind is so putrescent with the stink of the hate that pours from the lips of others so disgustingly like a rancid liquid full of bile and acid that burns away all thoughts of the good things with hopeful wishes and dreams that once flailed and cascaded a beautiful gust yet now only remains as a testament to something frail and undignified because this thread of thought is just as fluid and constantly incomprehensively endless as time itself in the sense that chaos and order coincide with the overlapping singular forms of causality by which cause and effect attribute a constituate matter of reasoning which is decided by the reflex of any emotion to a given situation and thus activating a neverending line of consistent thinking to remain stable within the confines that hold our minds on the thin line between madness and sanity that invariably and always ever-shifting is due to the rapid emotional change that is expirienced by the human essence of every living being no matter how big or small because i hate and refuse this stinking humanity within me as i can always be thinking something no matter how wild or organized it may be and therefore i damn this immeasurable body that contains me and these thoughts which plague my very essence like a harbinger of parasitic venom that tortures me from limb to limb and brings me that much closer to the most benevolent death that awaits from some otherworldly plane of an apparent damnation which has no other precedence than to harvest the realities of those who so live upon it seeking something that perhaps does not exist but if it should how could it truly be known or seen while vesting in these vessels that serve as nothing more than a means to let us feel that which we expirience with our senses which in itself is an increadible unpure and perverted lie in some sick and festering style of thought that seeks to determine exactly what is the true nature that reason has bestowed upon the weak and the strong and thus lifting an air or wind of reviving melancholy that balances this sickening happiness which coincides with the ultimate and unwounded emotion of love that seems to go forth drilling to make us feel illogical things and demanding only that in return which does no less than destroy the basis of who we are or try to be with the bodies that trap us so inexorably in this world which we cannot hope to escape from in life but in death while doing no more than dream of time unyielding a pretense of what it means to live is to in fact die after having wasted something that we percieve as meaningful or important although it shows that ending something gives meaning which then must be decided that life that has meaning must have purpose that expounds a life to a point of meaning and such a purpose can only be beneficial to the absolute whole of the surrounding enviroment as a variability of truely unreasonable malignance to the enviroment which in this sense derives the truth that there is no ultimate good or evil but that evil cannot exist without good which brings me to why i killed myself yesterday and the answer to that is…[/size]
Sage, what did you do with the comments you had on ILP members in Mundane Babble? Overall I thought they were good. You overestimated Jerry a bit, but thanks. It was appreciated.
That was bad-ass, Sage!
Did you write that first or pull it outta the hat?
Thanks for the sentiment Jerry, but after I made it and took a moment to think about it, it didn’t seem proper and I trashed it. My place in ILP is too humble to presume to begin telling people how they are. I regret it was a waste of time, given the time I did spend on it.
Wow… that means alot coming from you 'trop… Most of that came from a a book filled with pages exactly like what you read. So in a sense, as it was written in the moment to the paper it’s on, the answer is yes to both questions. It was a very intriguing creative venture I undertook in which I wanted to write a book that was one long sentence from begining to end. I think I got to 22 pages and stopped, leaving the sentence very open-ended… I could start it up if my life goes to shit again, but that may not happen. However, the words written above before the term “thread of thought” were pulled out of thin air in the moment of typing… now that’s pure writing.
I thought this was HILARIOUS! A tour de force of red hot molten acid BILE!
Somehow cathartic, some how comic, cleverly overstated, perfectly bitterly exaggerated!
Excellent! 
I’m glad someone noticed the level of humor in it. The idea of writing a book that consists of one long run-on is an english-class joke: literally a english teacher’s worst nightmare… 
…more words from those wretched pages…
(from where the last post left off…) [size=200]…control cannot exist without anarchy on points regarding ultimate morality where there is a continuous belief that there is some fashion of philosophy that is ultimately good or evil such as the christian golden rule or christian tenent of loving all which are hopeless dreams or fantasies that continue to blind so many into believing the false truth that there is such a thing as “perfection” which coincides with the unlikely notion that there is some final ultimate answer in the universe to all questions despite how complex they may be or seem to be like the meaning of life or how the world will end or how it began and yet all people have some kind of answer dictated by the nature of human beings to question their reality and then give answers to those questions they themselves asked because they demand an answer and that answer must come to satisfy their baby-ish impatiently arrogant little minds that then decide to create a meaning for themselves and the world they live in yet strive to an ultimate goal of destroying that creation just as they destroy themselves for these pathetic answers only as stupid as the questions themselves such as the fucked-up notion that there is one diety that not only controls all things but chooses the destiny of all that which is controlled over and other derivitations that answer what the meaning of life which is replied by some with the perverse and redundant answer of some rediculously simple concept such as servitude or happiness but it is ultimately the truth that such an answer must be by far so much more comlex and as broad as the question itself otherwise cannot truthfully be answered and yet i continue to have my own simplified non-complex and untruthful answer that explains the doubt within by justifying this meaningless life with teh illusion of a meaning that states there there never is a complete answer to anything and that man forever must seek endlessly more and more precious knowledge to complete the answer to whatever question is ever asked with the demand of an answer immediately placed on it such as the truth of the universe or nature there of which religion once idealized this wretched planet as the center of and then came the gloriously revealing and ever growing disposer of the religious lie that exists in science which firstly disproved the complete bullshit the church had so long invested in by proving not only was this cursed ball of rock and water not the center of the universe but that it of course revolved around an illuminating mass of glowing gas that must have blinded the eyes of those who claim their zealous devout faiths superior to even the greatest military power which is a fallous and delusional mirage in their weak pathetic thought process that could have only been spawned by a horridly horrendous wench that concieved the mentioned abomination by having her bleeding shit-infested asshole stretched by some nine inch nail demonicly-mutant stinkingly foul and putrescently festering penis which pushed so hard that her womb could have been broken from within her anal orifice and the foul hellspawn’s putrid fluids were violently and vilely injected…[/size]