PUPPET
The Myth of Free Will
Your thoughts aren't really yours. They are echoes of dead men. You are just a vessel for your teacher's failures and your father's trauma. You are a programmed ghost in a meat suit.
HUNGER
It's just friction
We call it "making love" to hide the truth. It is biology screaming at the void. I don't want your soul; I want the friction to remind me I have skin. We rot, so we f*ck to forget we are dying.
LOVE.
SEX.
AUR
DHOKA.
Inevitable, ain't it?
Betrayal is the only honest exchange between two humans. Expecting loyalty is like expecting a wolf to be vegan. It isn't a tragedy; it's a feature.
WEAPON
Life is Unfair. Good.
They told you to be "fair." They lied. The universe is a cold predator. I took every unfair hand dealt to me and sharpened it into a shiv. Victimhood is a choice; being a monster is a survival strategy.
ME.
ME.
The Devil Wears Irony
I preach detachment while craving your applause. I code these "deep" thoughts to look profound, but I am just a narcissist scared of silence. I am the hypocrite I warned you about.
NO REGRET
Physics, not choice.
There are no bad decisions, only different paths to the same grave. Guilt is a waste of imagination. I burned bridges just to see the fire. And it was beautiful.
VOID
The End
Silence is coming. Make it loud before it gets here.