Venialias

Sometimes, when I'm lonely at night, I like to play this game; we call it the friend game. It's a very fun game. I also really really like the game. What do you do in it? It's a game about friends. You make friends. It's super simple; you can play at home too. I think the world would be so cool if we all played the game. All you need to play is a window, a mirror, and a red spool of threads. What you do is simple. First, I have to wait until it gets really really dark. It doesn't work very well in the day. No no. Yeah. So, you wait until it's night. Yes. And then you open your front door. YeAh! Yeah, how can you welcome anyone into your home without opening your door? Right? Now, it's time for the red threads. Yeah, you use the red string. Thread. Yeah, you take the thread and lay it across the bottom of the front door. Like you're making a house border. Yeah. By doing this, you're establishing the line between the unknown and your domum. But you're not done with the thread yet. No, you have to tie a second thing of string around your head. Yeah, like a headband. Exactly. Now the fun part! Yeah, this part is fun. I really like this part, too. What you gotta doWhat you need to do for this next step, is go to a window, preferably one where you can see the full path to your open door. Yeah, but if you don't have one, just one with a view of the street is good. I guess. Yeah, anyway, all you need to do is see the people enter. Uhh, yes, you must visualize people making their way to your front door from the window. Imagine their faces! Yeah, imagine different, unique faces. Whatever comes to mind is good, whatever you end up visualizing is correct so don't change what they look like mid-walk. No, don't do that. No. No, that wouldn't be good. Don't do that, they wouldn't like that. And then there's just one last step left, right? Correct. Yes. It's my favorite step. Mine too. All you have to do left... is look in the mirror. 

8:46 p.m.: Fort Worth Police - Contact with operator, 57.57 seconds time elapsed in call. Details below:

(FWD) (Fort Worth Police Dispatcher)

(BS) (Blake Saddler)

(FWD) 911, what is your emergency?

(BS) Yeah... my house.

(FWD) Excuse me?

(BS) It is, uh, is on fire.

(FWD) Your house is on fire?

(BS) uh... yeah.

(FWD) Hold on, let me connect you with fire.

(BS) ok.

note:: phone rings 4 times before transfer.

(FD213) Fire Department. Where's the fire?

(BS) Yeah, I'm at... uh 8549 Allen Place Drive. No rush or nothing though.

(FD213) That's 8549... 

(BS) -uh, Allen. Place. Drive. But

(FD213) 8549 Allen Place Drive, correct?

(BS) Yeah, it's like, all over my living room. It- its on the carpet and there's a lot of smoke.

(FD213) We're on our way, please hang tight.

[call disconnected]

    A day that leads to no conclusion isn't a complete day. What an interesting thought, and furthermore, an excellent example of a wonderfully grounded awareness, that was. You decide to take a seat and follow this train of thought for a little while, as the professor continued to sleep, completely ignorant towards his profession's responsibilities. You see he has decided to sport a plain white tee emblazoned with the words "totally awake" along with a pair of novelty glasses that use a printed screen to give the illusion of open and focused eyes. "He's not even trying," your mind declares. 
    It was at that moment, that single startling moment, the doorknob is violently jerked downward before the unnecessarily boisterous action of the classroom door getting slammed open. Standing in the doorway was... the professor? He had on normal beige pants along with a collared shirt, half of which was untucked from his pants. Both his pants and shirt were in poor condition, with a few holes and stains ruining whatever professional look they once granted. He looked sweaty and out of breath, with his hair matted grosely to his forehead. He carried with him a metallic-looking baseball bat, which he held horizontally in front of him, eyes fixed on the goofy-looking double sitting in his chair, who has continued to remain motionless.
    It was only for a second he stood there in the doorway, before he gripped the bat with both of his hands, briskly made his way behind the desk, and swung with all of the strength he could manage. As the weapon connected with their head, the professor in the chair was knocked to the floor with a loud "crunch." You hear several classmates behind you scream as, what you infer to be blood, stains the classroom in an array of tiny red dots. 
    Eyes wide open, you decide to take out your notebook. 

Believe you're an important person in Society?
Well, It pains me to say
that It doesn't pain me to say
that You are broken beyond repair;
delusional.
You are under the most dangerous Drug ever invented:
Outside Input.

Outside Input is a dangerous drug,
invented by Humans to make other humans
think and act however We want.
Sorry to say
i'm not sorry to say
that you are living in a separate dimension from
reality:
a dimension where We absolutely
need to label everything and perceive The World
as unoriginally as possible,
so Nobody is confused
when They put You on a conveyor belt to make some use of You.

Now, perhaps You see Yourself as unimportant.
If You feel a sense of unimportance in life, 
it's time to leave the Eggshell and not fucking
listen to me for once!

Importance is simply another creation of Our Hive-Mind.
The concepts of significance and negentropy
have never existed in the first place.
So, You single-handedly built a skyscraper
out of paperclips and glue.
The Universe doesn't care.
Other than Humanity, who are You impressing?

Look at Your hands.
Realize You are in Your own Body.
This is Yours.
You control only these parts of The Universe,
and NONE other.
You are expected to use them as tools.
Right now, there are a million ways to rest Your body, and You may be using all the worst ones.
Now that You realize Your Consciousness exists,
feel free to kill Yourself.

If any of what has been stated seems vile
or offensive,
You may be suffering from moral absolutism:
one of Humanity's greatest plagues.
If You are suffering this,
there is absolutely nothing i can do to change it.
Even if You decide to change because You read this,
You would've listened to me,
which i specifically said not to fucking do..

Look at You there,
driving in your car,
following all the laws and staying in Your lane.
What makes You think
the World You live in now
is any different from the wild,
vegetation-covered landscape
We've come to know and love?
It's the same world,
We've just defined it more.

Take a hit of this bong,
a shot of straight vodka,
and finish it off with
Netflix and a good blowjob.
Congratulations, You won.
Now that You won,
realize the emptiness all around you
and stop feeling altogether.
Visualize nothing.
If You are visualizing blackness, You're doing it wrong.
Once You figured It out,
however,
just be patient and

It'll all be over before You know it.