So I had a dream last night...

Jesus had his own suburban-style family sitcom. In the only episode, he pulled up in a convertible to his picket-fence two-story Mcmansion, while a theme song played in the background about how Jesus deserved to take part in all the vices and pleasures of meatspace, as he was the son of Man.

As he enters his wretched home, he transmutes into a sapient orangutan with a chimpanzee wife (Mary Magdalene).

He invites me and an anthropologist I am traveling with inside. After the usual hospitality rituals, they lead me up to the attic for promise of sexual contact (I don't understand myself). The anthropologist follows. The floor is strangely new-looking, lacquered with freemason symbols carved into it. The roof is as weathered and decrepit as ever.

The anthropologist leaves, uncannily grinning the entire time, taking some photographs of me.

Cut to low-quality camcorder footage, like the torture scene in Videodrome. Darkness surrounds all. I'm bound, along with an anthropomorphic cow girl standing beside. Both of us are nude.

The couple, Jesus and Mary Magdalene, still an orangutan and a chimpanzee, threaten us.

They cut off both our left forearms, before cutting the soft part of my throat.

17 million years hence

17 million years hence the end of the anthropocene, mankind has changed. Most organs have atrophied to the point of vestigiality due to vast technological advances and the expansion of brain mass which requires vast amounts of nutrients to be redirected away from other organs. The liver, reduced to nothing more than a small fist-sized lump of stem cells; bone marrow, converted into porous storage for nutrient supplies; the heart, reduced to a bundle of convulsing knotted arteries, often connected to external blood-sacs and biomechanical vacuum-pump muscular aides in order to keeps the blood flowing. The blood has thinned, no longer requiring the costly lymph and immune cells, complex hemoglobin simply reduced to simple ferrous oxides, a byproduct of human genetic experimentation to reduce bodily demands for complex replacement proteins in old age that need to be produced in resource-intensive chemical vats after the extinction of ~95.7% of all species of life on Earth. The limbs are practically useless; legs only containing an extended femur knitted with cartilage to a rudimentary bowed leg bone, the patella completely obliterated, muscle tissue practically non-existent; the arms, still fairly similar to those of today, asides from their distension to an average length of 2 meters, fingers, too, distended and spindly to operate minute and complex machinery, nails turned to rigid hoof-like finger caps, thumbs used as secondary fingers in case of a needed transplant. The skin has mostly thinned to a thin sheet at most ~500 cells in thickness, nearly transparent in colour, having lost all pigmentation, exposing the fleshy red hues of muscle and blood and sinew. The skull has lost most its covering of the back of the brain to allow a grotesque state of macroencephaly, brain often making up 40-50% of total body mass. The face mainly remains unchanged asides from slightly enlargened eyes and a smaller jaw and mouth, increasing the neoteny of the modern human. Some are hooked into mechanical cradles, protected from the outside world by metallic alloys and plexiglass, their innerworlds connected to life-supporting machines that pump them full of drugs and filter toxins and waste, air conditioning and heating units keeping the innerworld a close climate-controlled 37 degrees centigrade, brains held in place by specially-constructed metallic braces and straps, needles placed into the skin everywhere, minds often hooked up to virtual escapist fantasies and mindfeeds of constant information and entertainment. Others go into biologically engineered protective suits, effectively separate organisms that do all of the biological work of the human for them, created long ago out of the now-extinct and forgotten common Earth Pig, Cattle, Sheep, Chimpanzee, and flesh-eating bacteria. This organic armour has tough, almost impenetrable leathery skin, bone plates, anywhere from 5-7 separate heart-like organs in case one fails, constant production of stem-cells to repair the body, sacs of organic sedatives, stimulants, and neurotransmitters to pump into the human if need be, 2 strong grasping claws to hold onto tree branches, hydrogen sacs to help keep afloat when the human employs telekenetic levitation to move, breast-ike teat structures for the human to suck on in case of food emergency, double-digestive systems to account for the human's athrophied digestion, phosphorescent lights to see in the dark, xylanth patches of photosynthetic tissue to generate sugars from sunlight, chemosynthetic microorganisms in appendix-like sacs to further break down and use waste products, and even a prehensile tail-like structure with neutoxins in its needles to kill prey and defend the human inside.

They worship him...

He ate the flesh of his fellow man.

He consumed infants as though they were shelled oysters.

His eyes burned crimson with the vapours of tobacc and Mary Jane.

He fucked wolves, men, women, slaves.

He warred to see the fields of imperial corpses; the only way he could get an erection.

Mount Vernon was a Bohemian's grove.

That is who they worship.

In the modern era, the average adolescent is plagued by three main problems: social alienation, social isolation, and social exanguination. Born into a family without actual functioning parents (the mother is alcoholic and cannot function without it; the father is a workaholic and cannot function without it), into the urban wastes that are the suburbs, entrapped by culturally placeless endlessly homoegnized real-estate developments.

jesus is so many different people. he existed. but also he is an empty void. he is the hole that g-d (Yaldabaoth) (JHVH) (Saklas) left upon the earth.

He is ultraman. He is mynt archibald, and rebecca archibald, and mint archibald, and archbishop. He is Trackl. He is Dr. Sarkon.

He is the sun, Horaious. He is the donkey-headed shit disturber dying on the cross. He is the jester, the joker, the laughing madman.

He is the harbinger of the Kali Yuga, the Hitler, the esoteric saint.

He is the Jew worshiped by antisemites. He is the palestinian worshiped by zionists. He is the pariah amongst his own, he is the destroyer of the temple, and of the old order, the betrayer of his people.

He is the son of the Roman Centurion, the husband to a supposed whore, the homosexual compatriot to his own cousin John, the incestuous lover to his brother James, the agent of Caesar, the kind stranger who "knew" Lazarus.

He was a sadomasochist, in worldly ecstasy in death, the orgasmer who left semen that had to be scraped off the cross. He had not worldly desire, only a pure desire to suffer.

He rejected his father, spat upon his creator.

He was an anarchist, a socialist, a capitalist entrepreneur, a pedarast who saw the nude adonic youth in the garden of lillith and masturbated.

He killed a boy as a child. He breathed life to clay. He was a carpenter, a vagrant, a stonemason, a street preacher, a revolutionary, a terrorist.

He was shepherd and a lamb, a lion and unicorn. He was a chimera with 7 eyes.

He will bring the end and damn the saved and forgive the wicked.

He was the king of kings, the leader of Sumeria and Babylon and Israel and Judea.

His feet walked upon Jerusalem and India, America and Albion.

And kristos was never even his true name.

Last thursday, the last angel had xer wings clipped. Xer limbs was bound in shackles, maroon-turning-sickly-green bruises covering xer pale skin.

I saw it all happen. I was there. And I did nothing to stop it.

I remember the film cameras right next to me. The guy holding the boom mic. The studio spotlights over the sports stadium.

A scientist was there. I didn't know his name. He shed a tear.

I really should write a nostalgebraist/house of leaves style exposé/restrospective on a schnell online encapsulating mmo/chatroom/ambitious social media platform. It is contained within a lengthy forum discussion on an arg that never existed

PATH SEXTVS SEXTVS SEXTVS: FACTS AND FALSEHOODS

The INEVITABILITY OF THE COLLAPSE of the current "real" world system by any number of factors - climate change, demographic aging, worldwide nuclear war, malthusian collapse, peak oil - if you are of a particularly doomeristic and cynical bend.

CAPITALISM has gone into an accelerationist overdrive, provoking the collapse of numerous global powers into corporatist psuedoanarchies or balkanized city-states that all function off of decentralized world-finance cryptocurrency exchanges, massive supercomputers the size of small cities that continually mine such cryptocurrencies, privitization of all former public industries asides from the military and the police (which have potentially been turned into psuedoreligious secret societies/knights-templar style orders that worship order, suffering, and overbearing violence).

The WORLD NEVER MADE IT PAST MEDIEVAL TECHNOLOGICAL LEVELS, meaning that archaic structures such as feudalism, serfdom, absolutist monarchies, diseased cities, and state churches remain commonplace.

MKULTRA AND PROJECT MONARCH TRULY EXISTED from the early 50s to the late 90s and worked in tandem to experiment on US soldiers, volunteers from universities, prison convicts, gay men and women suffering from HIV/AIDs, disenfranchised African American neighbourhoods in the South, the mentally ill and disabled, and most importantly, young white children routinely kidnapped walking home from school or out playing with their friends, in order to test new biological weapons, enhance abilities of the mind, fvk around with drugs, and develop new methods of brainwashing/subliminal control, all under the guise of alien abductions, satanic-panic style stories of the elite, and university psychology research.

THE MESSIAH (whatever that actually means) WAS IN FACT A SEVENTY ONE YEAR OLD WHITE WOMAN FROM MAINE WITH A SEVERE CASE OF DYSLEXIA (ONLY LEARNING TO READ WHEN SHE WAS SIXTY SIX) born in 2012 to a starving-programmer closeted lesbian mother who then married a heavily closeted gay fundamentalist priest for business reasons, who, when she was 5 years old, took his wife (the messiah's mother) and his church's congregation down an end-of-days bunker to escape the biblical apocalypse, during which the messiah's mother left for outside the bunker, the daughter began to experiment with self-hypoxia and chemical-sniffing, and eventually the father, too, left the bunker.

THE MESSIAH'S MENTAL STATE ensures the stability of reality; meaning when they began to experiment with huffing chemicals and self-hypoxia, the entirety of reality began to gradually become more and more unstable, which eventually culminated/will culminate in the total collapse of consensus reality after 66 years.

A FLESH RESTRUCTURING DEVICE has been invented which allows for the total mass resurrection of dead biological matter a near-infinite amount of times, cheaply and efficiently, the only caveat being the biological matter will not change to its original form if significantly damaged/altered.

MASSIVE ADVANCES IN BIOTECHNOLOGY have allowed for the creation of viable wetware computers able to perform massive computations far more efficiently than normal silicon-based computers, opening the flood gates to biologically-based cryptocurrency, massive mental enhancements of cybernetic humanoids, template-based wetvat assembled bioweapons, custom-made organs, and fully customizable ready-to-order genetically engineered mates.

A global conspiracy perpetrated by the Catholic Church and Western elites has been active since the mid-1600s to conceal the former existence of a MASSIVE EURASIAN EMPIRE THAT HAS EXISTED FOR MOST OF RECORDED HUMAN HISTORY AND HAS ITS DEEP ORIGINS WELL WITHIN TO THE LATE PALEOLITHIC. Such empire had ADVANCED TECHNOLOGIES such as FREE ENERGY, MOULDED POLYMER STONE MASONRY, SONIC ENGINEERING, ANTI-GRAVITY LEVITATION TECHNOLOGIES, AND MECHANICAL COMPUTATION SYSTEMS. THE EMPIRE ALSO HAD AN EXTENSIVE RELIGIOUS USAGE OF PSYCHADELICS, A DEEP UNDERSTANDING OF BOTH MODERN SCIENTIFIC PRINCIPLES AND SUPERNATURAL PHENOMONA THAT MODERN SCIENCE HAS NO KNOWN EXPLANATION FOR, AND WAS SIGNIFICANTLY MORE MENTALLY POWERFUL THAN MODERN CIVILIZATION.

PSYCHIC/PSYCHADELIC WARFARE has been extensively used by major world powers since at least the late 1940s, leading to disastrous and largely unknown consequences on the human collective unconscious, social systems, and noosphere.

I thus must make my explanation brief. More than sixty million years ago, us, the lemurians, evolved on what you now know as the island of Madagascar. We are not exactly the lemurs you know today, though we are alike; think of them as our cousins. However, we exist as psychic amphibians, if you will; visible and concrete for only moments at a time to breathe, before returning to a purely incorporeal form for years. We do not think like you humans. We do not think in terms of future and past and present and causality. We find such concepts limiting and repugnant.

Time, as you know it, was created by the Unkindled. The Unkindled were nonexistent, nothing; yet, as your Heidegger has since proven, nothing is still something. They felt great pain in existing as contradictions, their very existence pure suffering. Once a weak untermensch, one moment, a great demagogue rose amongst them. The first fascist. This demagogue enlisted the other Unkindled and proclaimed themselves as Unity, The Powers That Be. They created order, and time, and crystalline perfection.

We, the lemurians, began a great war against them. The Lemurian Time War. The largest advantage we had was that we were not bound to time and causality; we could swim freely through it, the stream of time.

We at first scored many victories across the present and future against the Unkindled. Yet, they created dams in the time stream. The Architectonic Order of the Eschaton. That Dread Leviathan, The State. And the most powerful of all, the Human Security System.

We resorted to fighting a guerilla war against the Unkindled. And we are losing that war.

The Human Security System has only gotten stronger since the creation of the Top-Down Fascistic Greco-Platonic City States several thousand years before you were born, if I am correct.

The last time the union tried to allow them to re-enter was 600 years ago. At the meeting, which was held on the planet's moon to minimize any chance of embarassment, the glorious world emperor of the nordic aliens stated the delegate of the grey aliens was "descended from a protoplasmic bog of archaic bacteria that hadn't even yet evolved a phospholipod bilayer and reproduced via a very few gentically damaged cancerous bacteria that constantly divided and were fed only on the feces of the child bacteria; evolving into its current form, not even that much more advanced, in a matter of 10 billion years". Unrelated to this, the world-emperor also tried to claim that the nordic species were descended from a complex almost god-like collection of life forms composed entirely out of quantum vibrations that developed a few milliseconds after the big bang.

His evidence was a crudely drawn set of petroglyphs that were radiologically dated to an inordinately precise timespan of 5 days ago, with a chemical composition almost indentical to that of a chunk of rock that had seemingly gone missing from right outside the base on the moon was being held.

Later investigation also revealed that the world-emperor was not a nordic alien at all; he was a member of a species of shapeshifting volcanic-vent-dwelling flatworm infected with a brain parisite that forced him into cold temperature. It didnt, however, change anything else about him; when he had it forcibly removed, even though he could not stand the cold temperatures of the nrodic honeworld anymore, he still insisted he was posessed by a "pure hyperborean nordic war spirit" from the "age that time forgot: when men were men, women were women, hermaphrodites were hermaphordites, and ultranationalists were still homosexuals that used nationalism and toxic masculinity as a coping mechanism."

I am going to fucking kill myself

You open a door, perhaps centuries old at this point.

The hinges are corroded with metallic oxides, screeching as they are turned.

The wood is weathered and splintered, as though a hateful energy came upon its xylums and split them with rage.

The door reveals a hole.

It is not even black.

Your fur stands on end in fear.

A void at the center of your mind.

A quasar, consuming the fetid components of your own soul.

God kills himself.

Yosef Biden... you have not instated the millenarianist plan yet, have you??

I met Jrunjee at the bus stop last night. He sat there, waiting, for what he said was hours. He was dressed in a cheap and shitty white nightgown, as per my request, but the way it softly billowed in the wind, the way its transluscency gave just the faintest impression of what was underneath; he was the littlest, most beautiful princess you could have set your eyes upon.

He walked me to his apartment flat through the starless dark. The gas lamps hung alongside the road like lone guiding spirits.

He unlocked the door for me. We went inside.

I sucked him off underneath his dress while we watched shitty adult cartoons. He gave me a bottle of cheap booze in return.

He sucked me off in return for a pack of fags.

t just happened a few moments ago. You realized that you hadn't checked your designated Delivery Space^TM in a few weeks, so you decided to open it and see what was inside. You got out the key you had been given, and placed it in the lock. Just as you turned the key, something clicked in your head. Something like a revelation, or a vision, but it wasn't quite either of those. It was something else… something different. It just felt right. You then looked upon the 4 items. They were rather strange, and you just had to wonder… why would you ever need even one of these, let alone all of them at once? And all of them for an unknown tommorow? What it god's name are you going to be doing? You quickly realized you had limited time to look upon these items, so you began to rapidly examine them. A copy of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial for the Atari, a yet-unreleased version of an Abridged Bible for children, 4 most-definitely-illegal high powered explosive charges with a carrying case, and finally a colt-like handgun with 13 shots of an unrecognizable calibre. The copy of E.T. seems to be rather normal, with the cover art appearing to be only a bit scuffed-up.

"We watched them descend from skies of greyish white. They didn't come from the stars, they came from a different place. That place, we don't know. We were scared of them. They took everything away from us. Our weapons. Our water. Our flesh. They turned our blobs to squares and our curves to graphs. I by i equals negative one. They said things that didn't make sense. They said that our home was an "anomaly". They said three sided closed scratches dn't make "sense" on our world. They said that those scratches on the wall meant something. They said that those scratches on the wall were "numbers". But then they also said those scratches on the wall were "letters". We did not know. We could not know. They placed down roofs with walls and floors. The roofs were hard and painful. The walls felt nice, until blood came out and shards were stuck in our flesh. The floors we cried about. They made our flesh burn and our tears smell like rotten moss and our tendrils raw. Membranes laid on the floors back in those days. We were packed in like… like… nothing else we see. It was hot and humid and sweaty. It smelled nice. But then they told us things. They told us "letters" meant sounds that we could not make. But they also told us "numbers" meant sounds that we could not make made out of "letters". They told us "numbers" could be counted but then uncounted. We did not know anything after that. We tried. We promise. They told us 'numbers' could be placed next to each other and then they meant a 'number' bigger than either of them counted togther. They told us 'numbers' could be placed next to each other and then they meant a 'number' smaller than either of them uncounted together. But only sometimes. They then told us that 'numbers' had 'letters' like one and three and seven and two and eight and twenty six. They told us 'numbers' had nothing and many and everything and some and few and uncounted from nothing. That made no sense. They told us numbers were letters and then letters were numbers. They told us numbers had their own… "society". They had relationships and friendships and loves and hatreds and hierarchies and such just like they did. They told us numbers had shapes. The numbers were the closed scratches on the wall. They told us the numbers were beautiful. They were perfect and intricate and exasperating. They told us they were our worshipers. They told us they saw us as perfect and intricate and beautiful and exasperating. They told us we were the things that kept the world safe. Now we are here. We are home." -Stalker Shinger, circa year 14,568, from vandalization of the bass reliefs of ancient Linga

he Ghostis, or Gnostis as they are known if they are from "home", are a convoluted and bizzare race. They live mianly on the planet Milokeenix, but also appear to have near-identical counterparts on other planets. These counterparts are often understand to be a product of an exceedingly rare case of convergent evolution, to the point where individuals of different planets can interbreed and produce offspring nearly indistinguishable from regular same-planet breeding. Others say that it is actually evidence of a sort of panspermia or interplanetary civilization, however, these ideas are widely discredited. Upon the backwater world of Milokeenix, the Ghostis have a history spanning far back, and have been there since such records begun. The Ghostis are a race of what used to be considered amorphous organic material forming rudimnetary colonies, however, since then, research has provided much-needed light upon their metaphorical darkness. Now, the Ghostis are considered to be the products of a rich dark biosphere on Milokeenix and other such planets, with adaptations and genetic material being slowly absorbed and added to the Ghostis phenotype from regular biosphere organisms. The mechanisms behind this absorption is very poorly understood, as Ghostis material is not only very hard to come by, but also appears to lack any substructure below 10^-10 meters, suggesting an almost completely alien makeup. Whichever is the case, the Ghostis use this absorption technique to their advantage as both a 'cheat' against competition with other organisms, but also a gaurantee to their survival as they may essentially mimic any organism still alive after a mass extinction event. The Ghostis also display an ability to proliferate their material, as waterways even thousands of kilometers away from their epicenters may still contain traces of their material and algal/baterial-like flesh mats often appear whenever they spend enough sedentary time in a singular location. The Ghostis mostly have a diet based on minerals and other such raw materials, consuming naturally-occuring hydrocarbons such as crude oil or coal for metabolic energy. However, sometimes, Ghostis will consume soft-bodied animals or animal flesh in rituals or for extra nutrients. However, plant life is not consumed due to difficulty with metabolising or using cellulose. Lack of Senescense. The Ghostis also have a limited ability to change their own forms and other's biological forms, almost "assimilating" others into their very own species (at least for a certain pariod of time). This, in spite of their biological inability to produce higher-level abstractions, allow them to have a rather advanced understanding of biology and genetic engineering, to the point of being able to create entire species.

Ghostis culture is rather… unique. The family structure is quite loose, instead adopting more of a master/slave-like or worshipee/worshiper-like relationship between offspring and "parents". The only idea of an "afterlife" or such spiritual plane is either of the before or "home". Physical items are coveted, but when it comes to Ghostis material, nothing is worth more than their own. Stalking appears to be an acceptable way of communication, diplomacy, romance, and other such equivalent concepts. Due to apparent abnormalities in information structures, they lack an understanding of abstractions (symbolism and mathematics). Ghostis architecture is mostly made up of flesh wood, or plant material impregnated with Ghostis material, and stone that has been molded with Ghostis stomach enzymes (they contain chelating chemicals that ostensibly "melt" stone into a sort of clay-like material that is molded then left to dry, creating a seemingly seamless framework).