Monday, December 31, 2012

New Years Resolution

I want to change the world and make it a better place. But I don't even know where to begin. I don't even know if I change it if it will actually be for the best. I'm going to think very hard on how to do it, and I already have sort of a plan, I'm going to try to unite the world through art, not mine, I'm not an artist. I just want to share good art, in hopes that everyone will one day understand that we are all human beings, and that hurting each other only hurts ourselves.
If you have arrived here: Congratulations!

You are one step closer to enlightenment. If you actively try to understand at least 2% of the material presented here I promise you'll come out a more successful person. Or at least know a LOT of cool shit. Don't take my word for it though... Go EXPLORE

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

The path least traveled is the psycho
Acquainted with the night
Who created the concept of darkness?

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Fermi's Paradox

Intelligence is risky, the pitfalls are many. Maybe they got distracted and absorbed into themselves. The universe is also dangerous and dark, not everyone makes it. A star going out can be a depressing thing.
If a species is peaceful enough, smart enough, cooperative enough, and lucky enough to get to space without destroying themselves or being destroyed, maybe they did, billions of years before the earth existed. They lived, loved and died in a wink of the universe.
We'll find them someday, maybe. If we can exist that long. But we'll have to be here for almost an eternity, hoping that we see the day.

But when we do, it will be like meeting a lost lover. Another intelligence, a brother of mind in the stars. And they will feel the same.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Death does not exist, or at least has no meaning other than to which you give it. Nobody has ever perceived death. Much in the way that the fall does not kill you, death does not hurt or harm anything. It does not exist unless you create it. Death has been a way to control life for as long as anything has ever existed. Thanatos is literally nothing, eating away at Eros, the only thing that exists. Nothingness cannot exist without something.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Wow a single article summing up my entire behavioral patterns... incredible...
Something has always existed, because by definition nothing does not exist and can't do anything. 
Anyways, lets say you have a chess board (the universe) and you know how the pieces move around (mathematical relationships). Eventually you will execute every move (as the probability of any possible event occurring reaches 1 over time). 

Eventually you'll be sitting here, reading this message board, and have no clue whether you're the first "you" or another "you". You certainly don't remember what you were before you were born, so you should probably not stress too much of your impending demise, you as a part of the universe, will be recycled. 

From star dust to Earth dust, it'll continue to happen as long as the universe continues to exist. Is the universe a constant? Do constants exist? Nobody knows... yet... 

Do you really want to live forever? Is immortality really that ideal? Well guess what we're already living forever, our molecules, the brain, just take a different form. The interesting part is that we are literally the universe. We are the way for the universe to know its very own self. 

Still don't believe me? Read into epiphenomanilism. Physical entity (molecules) to brain activity (electrical entity) to physical entity (molecules) again and again. The fractal of existence.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

If you haven't guessed it yet I'm a comedian. Everything I fucking do is a joke. Everything is a fucking joke. HAHA. That guy mike? He's dead, fucking pathetic faggot. Or maybe he never existed. Did a mike ever exist? I don't remember him at all, was he in one of your classes? Maybe his name was John... Nobody fucking knows, that's the POINT. The point is that nobody knows ANYTHING.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Im high 360% days of the year

[8:14:40 PM] Michael Smith: I understand what shadows have shadows means too
[8:14:45 PM] Michael Smith: because every single fucking thing
[8:14:48 PM] Michael Smith: in the universe
[8:14:51 PM] Michael Smith: has an isomorphism
[8:14:58 PM] Michael Smith: to which something is smaller
[8:14:59 PM] Michael Smith: than itself

I think that the war has become more of a spiritual one now instead of a mechanical, our bodies are already taken care of the biggest threat is ourselves now. Our psyche. So we're evolving through our minds now, not bodies, natural selection is now being selectively controlled by our society, not reality. Our reality is governed by ourselves.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

I feel like an atom being split in two
Or not even being split into two, but becoming two atoms at once
Constantly switching between a sick sadistic psychopath
To a benevolent visionary more radical than Buddha
A constant battle between Eros and Thanatos
Why won't one side win?
Am I to be torn apart internally eternally?
I don't even care who wins any more
I can't think about what's right or wrong
I just want to be a person, whoever it may turn out to be
Being a being is being denied to me
I believed man was a creature of solitude
Pursuing an image of a powerful lone wolf
I didn't realize those very wolves
Were not alone by choice
The howls are a nod
To the only other being
That possesses a degree of its loneliness
The contrast of the white wolf
Against a dark world
The glare of the white moon
Against endless dark space

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

you are your own god you control your destiny if you dont fear fear you can love

Monday, September 17, 2012

you cease to exist every time you lose consciousness including sleeping

you're not the same self in that body that was 1 year ago... the self is always changing

nothing is true; everything is permitted

repeat after me :the only thing i know is that I know nothing

attachment to the fulfillment of desires is the root cause of suffering in this world

universal morality is a lie

you are on a rock floating through space

there is no purpose to existence other than those you create yourself

nihilism or denihilism - why or why not- perspective

Things that are unprovable are not necessarily false

This statement is unprovable.

any system that is wholly true cannot be complete ;any system that is complete can not be wholly true

Saturday, September 15, 2012

i believe the unexamined life is not worth living but intellectualism is sophistry

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Let me sum up the way the first world treats the third world

"Good luck!"
I would kill every politician and probably half of americans... Just because I know some dudes are cool but I dont want to figure out which ones are because that would take forever so I'll just take a 50/50 chance.
The dark presence that constantly looms over us is nihilism... Living despite that is denihilism...

Denihilism is called denihilism for two reasons. The anti-nihilism sentiment and the homonym relationship with denialism. What we are essentially doing is despite the dark presence nihilism which tries to convince us daily that our lives are meaningless and futile... we are denying it repeatedly constantly throughout every second we exist. Good work you meaningless absurd animals.
Felt like I was always on the outside looking in at people like i was shut outside of their world by an invisible wall... an invisible wall separating the emotionless husk of myself and the vibrant beings of the world...

Monday, September 3, 2012

I've been living long enough now I think I finally understand about as much as I ever will. I understand that there is no meaning. I understand that everything is true and yet a lie. I understand all this and yet I feel that presence. A dark presence that looms over humanity, looking down at our pathetic selves. I hate this presence. I almost succumbed to its suffocation. If I give into the presence, the everpresent weight pulling down on my essence of existence, I will no longer be living. I must live through the hate.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012


Nothing is true; everything is permitted
A tautology but rarely admitted
Meaning is true and exists objectively
Accepted widely resisted  selectively

How does such a lie become perpetuated so successfully
The obvious explanation is the anthropic principle
Unfortunately this theory is proven through history
But is disregarded due to the masses being inillegible
Only through denihilism
Can you defeat the vile within

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Walls of reality dissipate quickly
To the fires of dispassion
Burning away at your psyche
Until your tranquil home
Becomes a tormenting hell
For what sins have I committed
To be condemned to this fate?
Save your breath, ingrate
God is a Devil

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Another restless night
I continue to toss and turn
Trying to shake the recurrent thoughts
About the world I wish would burn
I just want to escape my plights

All the times I've started at
The bottom of an empty glass
Sometimes I wish I would just pass
Into the sea of apathy and be unborn
Leaving me of this scorching scorn
My mother offers unconditional love
But it's futile because I cannot feel it
No matter how hard I try
The only solution seems to be to die
Is it really worth it to just survive?
I don't even know if that constitutes as being alive
This is all speculation and self deprecation
If I was certain I would not be hesitant, it would be done
After all I have the means to end my life with a gun
Perhaps I am looking for a new view of myself, the son
A gleaming light of hope to cast away the darkness I have created
Perhaps I will not find my salvation, but for now this death is belated

Monday, May 21, 2012


I cannot subside the day
Without causing my body grief
It wasn't always this way
But I must confide in this leaf

A seed must die before it grows
But what is the value of its new form?
The seed knows not what it sows
Its existence so easily torn
Into a new world its offspring born

Why soil the image of the deities?
All that lies ahead is draught
Revealing true nature and its frailties
The screaming stem can only pout
As its sun shuns because harvest is measly

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Reaching out to the apple of insight
With hands which tremble not because of fright
But because of the realization they will never hold
The desires to which the mind they maintain molds

The constant elusion of reality even today
The dissipation through colours of gray
Lost within a maze of never ending archives
Information not to be learned for its tendency to ruin lives

Sent into the spiral of despair
Knowing fully that nobody cares
There is only one solution
The complete dissolution

then why is it that hope still exists
and that organisms still persist
even through the realization of meaninglessness
they still move despite the disincentives

Perhaps persistence is futile
perhaps life is inherently denial
I will not realize my death
I will not ponder its depth

Logic is not the only binding agent
The sophists will deny the ancient
Justification of existence
I offer them pittance
They will never understand the intricacies
Implied through insane epiphanies

Goodbye reason, I have fell in love with your antithesis:

Friday, May 4, 2012

To be liberated from the trite
Is the elevated form of existence
The ascension into the night
Offering death no resistance

The prevention of delusions
From controlling your mind
Forcing you into deep confusion
Until you realize it's time

There is nothing left for you in this world
The myriad of mirages have dissipated
There is only the final frontier, the last hurdle
You must make a last leap of faith to be sated

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Why do I continue to stay
In this hellish existence of grey?
My body has been flayed
My blackened organs on display
Post-mortem post-haste, I'm not afraid
The last strands of thought frayed
In the ocean of acid I have laid
I sink into depths of death, the final fade

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

There's a problem child in us all
When understanding the world for the first time
The experience always makes us feel so small
With all the war,disease, poverty and crime
It's wondrous that humanity is not appalled

How does one cope with all of this distress?
Certainly it is not healthy to repress.
And yet, we move on through inertial ignorance
Along with the constant delusion of significance
Which provide to us intangible dividends.

We spend our lives searching the world for hope
Until suddenly we realize that it's beyond our scope.
There will be no happy ending, no elope.
No matter how far we end up today
We will always wonder why we continue to stay
In this hellish existence of grey.

But ignore this poem, survive another day.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

My interests eclectic, knowledge esoteric, and philosophy apocalyptic

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Eyes drift toward the placid sky
Flares dissolve walls of consciousness
Pupils vacillating with reality
Pumping with rhythms of the heart
Pulsing into the ethereal
Molecules melt with fulfillment
Liquidity of existence pours outward
Forming rivers of altruistic apathy

Friday, March 2, 2012

Light slinks around the corner
Leaving me with darkness

A sudden flash of passion, I give chase
A rash decision to make haste
I break into the eternal race
Acid pours from the ceiling
My eyes blind, pain searing
I sprint aimlessly while hearing
Shadows laughing shamelessly
I cast them fierce empty stares
Why don't they care
My body collides with the wall
I pick myself up after the fall
I reach the end of the corridor
I beseech the immortal door
It leeches my essence
My drive never lessens

I make exit into the night
I focus my remaining sight
There I see the light
My efforts double
The end of my trouble
Is within my grasp
My hands ready to clasp
As I extend my arm
I start drowning in harm
My surroundings invert
Life becomes death
I let out my last breath

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Far From Fulfillment, Frays

A deluded drive to pursue esoteric knowledge
An elaborate lie from the stoic college
The joyless journey endowed myself the abyss
Exiled, turned from self-sowed Eden
Defiled my humanity, I will forever miss
Ideal idle ignorance and its bountiful bliss
Too long is eternity, too silent to persist
Mouthed objection, force fed pills of deathly reason
So long sanguinity, swallowed by the desinent dream

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Reality is a steep climb
Reach the height of design
Impeach the rules of man, unkind
Lose your emergent self, resign
Into deictic depths of your mind
Infused with lucidity of time
A ruse to airily remind
Nothing is end of line

Monday, January 30, 2012

Language is really interesting. It conveys feelings. Everyone has these feelings , these experiences, within their minds. But you can't share these meanings without an intermediate, and language fills the gap between meanings. Language is the ultimate connection between humanity, it connects everyone through the expressions it creates, it's a tool used and created by humanity. It might seem desirable to just access others meanings without this intermediate, but that's short-sighted, it's much more beautiful, more intricate, with language. A presenter trusts the receiver of language enough to tell their own truth, and the receiver trusts the presenter to give the truth. This entrusted truth is the basis of the expression to convey their meanings. A truth will have its own bias and is never impartial, it's a way of distributing facts with their own interpretation, and it's a core construct that exemplifies emotions and more interestingly, inter-subjectivity, something nothing but language can do.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

I look at a cup and I think drink
This cup does more than think
The usage defined by past distinct
Ruffling through memories all linked
Lying down with sounds, a sphinx
Vying against the drowned, sinks


It seems inevitable during the ascent to maturity
They simultaneously resent lending purity
Former faces finalized, lost in obscurity
Engulfed by the absurdity deservedly
Lost to inertial incredulity

Thursday, January 26, 2012

From the ashes of society emerged a pheonix
The previous praxis purged by the incendiary extremist
A grievous past surged into pristine unrest

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Path Most Raveled

What is the distinction between waking life
And the extinction seen by lack of strife?
The bland deem it the current of crimson seas
The sands seem deterrent to simian beings
The chance of your esteem concurrent to my pitiful meaning
Yet I dance dolefully, forfeiting torrents of ecstasy, seemingly
A soulful expanse respun, presents distress elatedly
The mournful stance, chokes on suspense, death mated
Suffocated, reborn full, a sudden rush of life lent to lung
An inhaling pull lush with intent, burns to be sung
Impaling lull, crushing lament, the notes in my throat, hung

Monday, January 16, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The meteor shot across the placid sky
I still don't know why I even went to look at it
I guess it was just something to do, to derive inspiration from
As it shot across the sky, in that brief moment, a spark lit inside of me
It was something so insignificant, and yet it still spoke to me in ways nobody else ever had or could
Its journey had happened to coincide with the exact window of time I was searching for it
It will continue its journey like I will mine, and we will probably never meet again
We are both products of inertia in this universe, and if it can cope with it, so can I