Holy fucking Shit
I fucking got it!, I don’t exactly know how,nor when exactly this started,but that’s irrelevant,(unh,if you knew how irrelevant that is), and I’m like,super fucking sorry for hiding the link like this (honestly I dont even know if it’s foundable, I’m creating this on a tablet and those havent been optimized for AGES…,USING DEVELOPING TOOLS IS A FUCKING PAIN! but admittedly, thanks to THE SHEEEER SHITTYNES of this device(..and having the first website that I built be for a friendly witch!) I was able to realize something fucking IN-CRE+DI/BLE¡, But since you probably wanna check out the other pieces of the philosophy aswell, I wont bore you any longer, I just wanted to let you know that WE’RE ALL DEAD…and you’re ,like,an actually burnt out gifted girlie,like me!
Be reborn again;Build your own website
If Jesus was alive, he would have been a humanitarian,or a socialist, and if he was alive,he would have died at some point. You die everytime you get an orgasm (le petit Morse?), Or everytime your Phone dies on you. In reality, what some French man (with seemingly “THE“ Shaggame) or some chronically online people (like me) call “Death”,is just your brain, readjusting after a sudden Dissociation. The brain goes: Preorgasm state – orgasfinding a funny tiktok – Sudden shock at new,sudden reality with/out cum WiFi.
If you understood that last sentence, congratulations! you’ve demonstrated an impressive capability of understanding,using,and enjoying messing around with: Concepts! (I remember hearing that somewhere else...)now,get an app, develop a website for yourself, and at every little step,you’ll hear your thoughts. Did people think before they used words? Which one of these thoughts am I? Where do they even come from?who am I? Who have I been? Who would I like to be?why aren’t these fucking stupid ass fucking WORDS NOT LEAVING MY FUCKING HEAAAAaaAA AAAAAAAAAAAA–
Concept
What is “Concepts”? A word, a plural one (this time!)
Here, some Concepts: Transexuality, Rape culture, Trump
You know these concepts, you may even feel the tension from seeing them that close together (that’s your brain building stories out of the information your social media bubble has been feeding you)
Needless to say, Rape culture is real,Fuck trump,and we’ll eliminate our discrimination issue against “Trans“cuties as soon as our brain gets collectively bored of misgendering them (I mean,you still transcending?you were there from the beginning darling)
Regardless to these truths, concepts are like apps, you know what you’re getting at a first glance,and you know more or less what to expect, exchange tired and decrepit complex arguments for new shiny buttons and colors. Both pretty time consuming, but one makes you feel good and the other makes you feel thirsty for blood,which ones are you?
Plus,as somewhere explained over here or there,words have no inherent meaning, they only have the meaning that we give the words that describe that concept
Hey!Super fun an easy excerscise actually: Do i actually agree with the concepts im made of?
Words
Just like you die everytime you get an orgasm did you know that there are dead tongues? And the current ones the world are speaking are alive ones,but how exactly does a language die? People stop speaking in it,because generational changes make the prior meaning of the word invalid,the app gets too few users and it shuts down;some examples: Queer,Punk,Straight. A word gains meaning in 2 ways:a new one is formed spontaneously,and people flock in to give it meaning and turn it into a “real word”,and viceversa, I Know what you’re thinking, “another Artist telling me creating is magic”Yes, its real,and worse than you could ever imagine thanks to capitalism!, You see?, the more meaning a word has,or the more influence the person behind the word has on you,the more likely you are to be affected by it!,cause those words bring you to new thoughts being uttered through your own brain,spoken in your own thoughts through your own…voice?(we’ll explore this later),This makes you forget,forget that those aren’t your thoughts,but the thoughts of another person,roaming rent free in your mind, as if you actually thought that you needed to look like this to do that(but do you have to?) Or eat this to fuck that(but do you want to?)or do this to feel that(have you felt it, honestly?),and meanwhile,you forget to think,and to remember, oh btw(le petit Morse?)Or everytime your phone dies on you. In reality what some French man (with seemingly THE Shaggame) or some chronically online people (like me) call death,is just your brain readjusting after a sudden dissociation. The brain goes: Preorgasm state – orgasfinding a funny tiktok – Sudden shock at new,sudden reality with/out cum WiFi. If you understood that last sentence, congratulations!you’ve demonstrated an impressive capability of understanding,using,and enjoying messing around with: Concepta, now snap an app, develop a website for yourself,and at every little step,you’ll hear your thoughts. Did people think before they used words? Which one of these thoughts am I? Where do they even come from?who am I? Who have I been? Who would I like to be?why aren’t these fucking stupid ass fucking WORDS NOT LEAVING MY FUCKING HEAAAAA-
Where are the philosophers and the Oracles when you need them?
Do you consider a homeless person, a philosopher? Regardless of your response,the answer is yes,you do, Diogenes. Do you think the people of his era thought of him as a philosopher? In fact, wtf do philosophers do,and why can’t I kick it with one in their barrel?
From my point of view they‘re just like,people that Think hard,yk? Aka: their vocation in life is to 1. Ponder about questions too hard to simply comprehend, through words, 2. Develop their own theories and battle them against eachother
(Basically,they‘re you at 14 in your first comment section,but academically)
But If Diogenes proved anything, it is that there used to be less of a hostile divide between classes, and that wisdom and intelligence sprouts anywhere and everywhere, but where are our modern day poor Philosophists?… social media?
In fact, this world is a lot emptier than the one in folklore had promised me, whatever happened to Oracles? Has the world always been like this?were they all lies? Am I intelligent or not? Etc etc wtc…
The creation of words is magic in itself,Words put on you either by yourself or somebody else function basically as spells,the apocalypse is approaching and you’ve been Hypnotized by evil powers in place to (as they hoped) Lullaby you into perdition,and you’re not gonna let them
You see, The modern Oracle doesn’t commute with the Gods while inhaling Ayahuasca to purify their soul, the modern Oracle consumes,and consumes,and consumes,all the knowledge,of the world,all the lives, I wont live, all the online,friendships,done and gone,a limitless sea, of loves of your life,your current one is doing that, it’s getting older, better replace that!,from the comfort of your couch.
The modern Oracle maybe didn’t try Ayahuasca,but LSD,and they get their signs less through the Divinity of their actions, and more through the Santity of their very own,fully optimized,always watchful, always eager to learn about them, algorithm.
The modern Oracle is everyone willing to go further,and break,just to see what happens,for the giggles and the brain going brrr
The modern Oracle has developed due to this,severe mental illnesses,such as ADHD,Faux DID, Dissociative and daydreaming tendencies, has worsened their social abilities caused by their autism,bla
Or,in other words,I guess
They love tackling problems head on,have a wide range of fully fledged personalities to use in a modern,split world, old souls,dreamers,they’ve also been rumored to see into the future...
See?,it’s all about marketing
–...wait
If Im just a brain,and social media forces the shit I like down my throat, it means its deepthroating me things my brain loves? Weird images and video essays?
-Synthetical signs and knowledge,yes
–But this doesn’t make any sense,I couldn’t do all of this
–Neither could I before I did it,and now you can too! Butfirstfinnishthis I am already wise af, now it’s time to make a fucking idea hap
To Bo Burnham
He reminded me of what it means to be human and feel, allow myself to feel the world crumbling around us, while we try to look away,with a funny little Comedy special on Netflix about Walls and colors and Jeffrey Bezos. (Beorst trip of my life ever)
When I grow up I’m going to be just like him.
Ouh shit,btw
The content on this page can be considered a memetic biohazard,since we’ve effectively removed together your identity, deactivating perhaps perpetually your automatic mode…so…well done finding a IRL SCP
Also,there’s not an escape byee!
remember your journey!, & don't necessarily, like,yk 