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The Appalling Insanity of the Anti-hedonists (Rebuking the Thanatoxic Ignobles)

 
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The Appalling Insanity of the Anti-hedonists (Rebuking the Thanatoxic Ignobles)
Hell is hopelessness.

What is hope?

A feeling, dopamine-dependent, hedonic as any other. Only a malefic tongue would twist it filthy.

Without it, stress trots right in, an abominable assailant taking a havoc-hailing hammer to the precious pillars of your temple. Destruction is the principle of hopelessness.

Illness not only favors dread, decay and death, but often forces a sometimes insidiously subtle (as attuned to the severity of illness) abstinence upon its victim

What gets a malevolent entity off more than the suppression of others? These fire-extinguishing, soul-shredding demons would rather we rot.

I tried their way; accepted the anhedonic state. And guess what? The corrosion deepened. No value. No dignity. No purpose. No spirit.
More shame, decomposing the soul, stifling growth, creativity, expression and exploration. A precarious path to Nothingness.

Turns out, abstinence is a clandestine operative of pestilence. Surprise twist? Nature actually isn't a monstrous sadist whose sole purpose is to use our own desires against us. No, our desires guide us; they are the ignition sequence, sparking wonder and mystery to propel our understanding. Onward & onward. Ever deepening. The depths are calling. Hear them out! Side with Ongoingness, Eros. That the vexing vitriol of sordid distorters would pass for Truth is unacceptable. Let's learn what it's like to live - through solemn experience. That has value. Abstinence, only smarmy delusion.

Beat with the heart of the matter; cross with the crux of the chatter.

Hope & Mystery are ordained keepers of Energy. Without them, the savory sanctuary of Infinity is desecrated. Imprisoned within Abaddon, a voiceless soul roams the ashy, pitiful pit of true death.

To advocate such misery? One must be insane. I'm curious if they truly believe what they preach, or if cognitive dissonance is the shroud stealing sight.

What say ye, O devourers?

The antivenom is prepared. We've been there, done that, succumbed to the wretched torment to see revitalized. Your big lie is compromised.

Last Edited by cerebrose on 02/08/2015 03:27 PM
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MUSIC - a grand refutation of their convoluted disconcertion.

Would you slight its speaking as it calls for your seeking? Rolling out lessons left & right, like Burn, Baby, Burn! and Soar to New Heights!

Drawn into the Solemn Surrender, compelled by lax & luscious Lender. The soul-revving rumbles of awe-laden animations and their neverending implorations, scratching on your door, hounding, compounding riddles stretched from yore, a quest to hear more was never meant to be a chore, arrested in a dim, grave drawer - for exploration is a chance at birth, a Rest hid safe from dwindle-dabbing dearth.

I am forever scorched by the inimitable embrace of these majestically sonorous flames.

Lost in the snares of soulless, segregative sickness nevermore.

Fuck All - with Love sweet & sour; just watch both edges, that blade sure can devour.

Surrender howls to crush the heavy Hour, drizzling the cracks with fluid-fire shower.

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Without energy life would be extinguished instantaneously, and the cellular fabric would collapse. - Albert Szent-Györgyi

What the midnight creep said to the fine black sheep: Help me stir her stolen blood with the jealousy of death above... [link to musescore.com (secure)]





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