You are so great. You are so beautiful. You are the love of my life. I can’t live without you. You are my world. You are my everything. You are my rock. You are my champion. I am proud to have you as my man. You are handsome. You are the best lover I have ever had in my life. You are my first. I never want to experience life without you. You make me happy. You are a good person. I would die without you. You are once in a lifetime. I am nothing without you. You bring me peace. You have great charisma. You are my home. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You changed my life. You are so intelligent. I am grateful to have you in my life. I appreciate you. I worship you. You are charming. I love you so much. Being in your presence is an honor. No one is like you. You are the best. You are special. You are the greatest of all time. You have a great sense of humor. You are the sexiest woman alive. You have a banging body. Have you been working out? I love your abs and defined biceps. You are perfection personified. You deserve your wealth. Any woman is lucky to have you. You have a great ass. I love your fashion sense. You have a pleasing personality. You are successful. You have a great smile. You are the smartest person I know. You are my best friend. You have a pure heart. You saved me. You are full of passion. You are the perfect gentleman. You are the hardest working person in the room. You are a classy lady. You are kind and considerate. You bring joy to my life. You have a great entrepreneurial drive. You go all night. You make me orgasm. You are a sex God!
When we no longer fighting, woah that’s bad. It sends out the message that none of this is worth it anymore. It is to resign. It’s whatever. Like “I don’t wanna do this anymore, do what you want, whatever makes you sleep at night, it’s your life”. When we no longer fighting, we are final like death, we are no longer emotionally invested, we just don’t care anymore. To no longer fight is to accept defeat and all its conditions, to not have the will to carry on. It is to have all your enthusiasm suspended. It is to reserve your energy and voice, to be mute like a mime and cease to do anything like a statue. When we no longer fighting, woah that’s bad. Do something, hit me, curse me, cry, plot my murder, do something, anything! Don’t turn your back on me. Don’t walk away from me. Maybe I’ve taken you for granted, maybe your presence has spoiled me, maybe I am entitled but I love you, please don’t go, I need you in my life. Say something, sell me dreams, tell me another lie. The silent treatment is the worst kind of torture. It makes you doubt yourself and your worth. It makes you paranoid, it unmasks your insecurities, it sheds a light on childhood repressions. The silent treatment can make you go crazy! Let’s fight, get dressed in our ninja outfits and duel with our samari swords till dawn. You can verbally abuse me and unpack old baggage. Morality is out of the picture, you can fight dirty and collaborate with Hitler and Putin. You can rake eyes and deliver lowblows. Let’s fight, all is fair and whatever happens, happens. Let’s clear the air and prepare life insurance documents, just in case. Stonewalling each other is not healthy, I’d rather have a broken heart and shattered reality. Fighting is good, it leads to something, it’s progress, something we can build on. When we no longer fighting, woah that’s bad.
We don’t like the blacks here, they ain’t like us. They are filthy, dirty and don’t take baths. I spit on the face of a nigga. They are infested with diseases and spread them like a virus. They are a virus contaminated from the core. Worse than diarrhea and offsprings of tiks. Fucken monkeys, they must go back to Africa. They are impure and we don’t want brown babies with big fat lips feasting on watermelons like it’s doomsday. We don’t like the blacks here, they are beneath us, everyone of them ought to be hanged or shot. They only useful as slaves, they were built to submit and serve. I say whip a nigga lover to death, we need to set examples, or better, burn them and watch their skins melt on their bones. Oppress and suppress their will to live, a happy nigga is a dangerous nigga. Keep them fighting amongst one another, we need to control them so they don’t run riot. We don’t like the blacks here, they are criminals and Crack addicts. Fucken hobos who rob, steal and kill our people. Keep them segregated and place fried chicken stations at the borders. We don’t need their kind associating with us. Keep those angry, loud, black women away from us, this part of town is reserved for posh, elegant and classy women. Keep them Jezebels away from us. The welfare section is in that direction – don’t spray it, don’t be rude, learn to communicate better. We don’t like the blacks here, their men are deathbeat alcoholic fathers who beat their wife’s and abandon their children. We don’t need that type of example for our children. Keep those wild beasts in jail, they’ll flood our streets with drugs in any case. We don’t like the blacks here, don’t give them the important jobs, they’ll kills us, who wants a nigga as a doctor? Let them entertain us, sing for us, tell us jokes, dance for us, keep them in basketball courts and beauty pageants – keep them fighting for our attention. Keep them off our best schools, community colleges are good enough. Who wants an educated and empowered nigga? We don’t like the blacks here, keep them Mandingos away from our women, they’ll ruin them for us – once you go black, you can never come back.
Porn is so mainstream that I saw some kid watching it in the bus. He wasn’t jerking off or anything like that, he was just captivated by the storyline. He is a strange one, I mean watching for the storyline, I just skip right through to the action. These are our new heroes, the porn stars, these are the rock stars. The kids idolize these guys, I read an article that reported that kids think it’s normal to climax on a girl’s face. Cum on your face, it’s so gross that it’s not even inside your body, it’s outside, right in the hairy ball sack. Girls know they gotta suck dick, it’s customarily, you don’t suck dick and you dying alone. Come on let’s be real, the blowjob is the first scene of any porn film. Do you spit or swallow? You can’t say you don’t like sucking dick, that’s wrong rephrase, rather you don’t know how to suck dick. Aha, now we getting somewhere, admission is the first step to self-improvement. The generic advice is to go on to pornhub and gain tutelage from your favorite pornstar. Porn stars, these are our new heroes. You wanna be one? Oh sorry you gotta have a dick and not a pipi little boy, that won’t do, come back when you have grown. The social anxiety of porn, cause now I need “C-cups” and “D-Cups” and my back resembles an ironing board. Porn stars, these are our new heroes, flaunting unrealistic expectations, dicks so big, they basically a third leg. Scissoring ridiculous, if it were dudes, it would be a sword fight. Girl on girl my favorite but a threesum a grandslam, double penetration is brutal especially if it’s black guys, It’s better to watch the white guys, the blacks have too much confidence, that BDE (Big dick energy) where anything less than 8 inches is a huge disappointment. Porn stars, these are our new heroes, I need to get my lips done, get silicone, practice my vocal chords, try out teabaging and anal doesn’t look so bad. Porn stars, these are our new heroes, I heard there’s an enlargement pill that can add 6 inches, a pill that will make me a God!
Smoking and chilling with the homies when the topic of eating pussy came up. The homies vehemently protested arguing that it was not wise. A queef to the face will really set you back. I laughed because of the hypocrisy, I knew they were all eating pussy but acknowledging it was taboo cause bitches be bitches. Never trust something that bleeds for 5 days straight without dying. Besides you really wanna be known for blowing the hoods mattress? A woman’s selling point is her purity and some of these bitches have World War 2 body counts. Nah, it’s stick and move like a USB stick, no lingering around, maybe fingering around but never licking around. The homies talked sense, still I made my case and pleaded guilty to turning that cherry out, licking to satisfaction and turning her lights out. I had to induce a bit of anxiety to ensure I was not alone. Some women are into licking other women, you really wanna lose to a Susie? Cause you know she eats pussy, better to be multifaceted and devour the cookie. The taboo started being normalized and the homies started coming out the closet. “Yea, but only if it’s your girl and you’re paired like a set. Bitches be roaming wild and can cause your stomach to be upset”. That was the consensus, the overall tone was one of caution. You don’t just eat anywhere, the effects could be debilitating and curse you like a potion. It’s gotta be younger and tighter pussy too. You don’t want dryed up and used up pussy. The wetter the better. After conditions were stipulated and agreed upon, everybody pleaded guilty to eating pussy. Some confessed to have been doing it for years, labels like “Gourmet and Sushi” were used to describe this delicacy. We shared stories of our greatest meals, there was nothing to conceal. You only lick a plate that’s yours and can be washed for later use. A paper plate you discard for its used to abuse.
A lot in nature is matriarchal. You look at Egyptian mythology, particularly the battle of Horus and Seth. The story is a lot like “The Lion King” in a lot of ways. Osiris is the king of all Gods, he represents the father and order. Like Mufasa on the Lion King, he has an evil brother named Seth who wishes to dethrone him. Finally they engage in battle and Seth kills his brother and cuts him into pieces and throws these pieces in the river to end it all. Isis, the wife of Osiris goes underground in hiding after the death of his husband. One day, while in hiding she goes to the river to get water and miraculously sees these pieces of her husband floating about the river. She collects them and pieces them together (mummify). She then proceeds to take the phallus of her husband and impregnates herself. The end-result is Horus. He represents the hero like Simba. After Osiris’ death there is a dark cloud and destruction looms over everything. Like Simba on the Lion King, Horus must challenge his uncle Seth to restore order in the kingdom. On the Lion King it is Nala who reminds Simba of who he is. Nala is feminine energy and Simbas love interest. Without Nala, Simba is passive and fooling around with Timon and Pumba. There is no Simba without Nala, just like there is no Horus without Isis. This says a lot about feminine energy, the fact that it can cause so much chaos and restore it at the same time. I mean objectively, what more must Seth do? He killed Orisis and cut him into pieces and yet he still lost in the end! The same thing with Scar, he killed Mufasa and Simba ran away. We see this again on the Bible with the story of Adam and Eve. Eve gives Adam the apple from the tree of life to make him conscious. Without Eve, Adam is ignorant, the man doesn’t even know his naked. You could make a case about the world being matriarchal in nature because it’s so chaotic and it is through that chaos that there is order.
Nietzsche’s philosophy was grounded in psychology and human nature, he was a master of human nature. He was a big fan of Arthur Schopenhauer but didn’t agree with the tone of his work because it centered around persimism and nihilism, the idea of why bother since life is meaningless. Nietzsche’s work is an answer to Schopenhauer’s work, it is positive, practical and leads to a life of self-actualization. He was a genius, a man ahead of his time. He correctly predicted the 21st century, this is incredible for a man who was born in the 19th century. I see his observations playing out in life. He saw that the human spirit/soul would be under threat. He saw the decline of Christianity and the rise of nihilism. He saw the reliance of pills, the Soma that Huxley referred to on Brave New World. He saw the depression and society anxiety sweeping the West. He saw the loss of morals, ethics and meaning. He saw that man would be passive and moved by novelty after novelty. We see it today, man would rather sit on the couch, eat potato chips, consume pornography, order fast food that will be delivered to him at his convenience, be entertained by Netflix and repeat next day. Man doesn’t work on himself anymore, he is comfortable and doesn’t feel the need to act on his dreams.
Man is controlled by pleasure, by the dopamine inducing likes on social media, views, sex and everything you can get by pushing a button. There is no process anymore, everything is expedient or prepared in the microwave. Still, Nietzsche has solutions for the modern man. He preaches a life of self-realization and being the best that you can be. He preaches gratitude for life, he preaches life-affirming prescriptions. I understand why the Nazi’s adopted his work and made it theirs. Nietzsche’s work was powerful and centered on the individual being the best. Hitler wanted Germany to be the best in the world. However, Nietzsche’s work didn’t agree with Nazi ideology and we shouldn’t affiliate the two together. Nietzsche’s sisters are the guilty party in this dynamic but that’s a topic for another day.
Nietzsche’s works were inspiring for the individual, statements like “Amo Fati” direct translation, the love of fate – Love everything about your life and be grateful for the gift of life. Don’t wish you were somebody else, be content with your life. Be present and don’t worry about things you cannot control, leave that to God and the Universe. He also preached being the “Ubermench” which translates to Superman or Overman – work on yourself constantly and strive to be better everyday. Progress, show up, make the best of every moment and be the best that you can be. Be better than a consumer, create and build things and never let novelty sway you. His most famous quote, “God is dead” which can be interpreted as be accountable for your own life, be responsible, no excuses, do what you can, no one is coming out to save you.
I have a picture of Van Goahs artwork as my wallpaper. It is a picture of a skull on the table. I have it as a wallpaper to remind me of my imminent death. It gives me solace and helps me put things into proper perspectives. It reminds me to not be passive, it reminds me that my time is limited and that I must do everything I can to be the man I want to become. It keeps me grounded and reminds me to not take life for granted, to be grateful for everything that I have and get better where I can. It helps me treat people well, to be compassionate and understanding because we all share this common ground. We are all born into a world we don’t understand and we don’t know the rules, we all doing our best with what we were given. No one knows anything real about this world, the Billionaires don’t know, the scientists don’t know, the philosophers don’t know, everyone is just speculating and it’s scary.
Looking at this picture everyday gives me hope because I know I can be anything I set my mind to. There’s hope, provided I work to develop myself constantly. That’s the role of the arts, to inspire, to motivate and to give you solace and peace. Art can capture the moment in a way reality can’t because it’s always fleeting, reality is an illusion, it vanishes right before your eyes can catch it, while art is permanent, forever. Art has memories, it has sadness, happiness, laughter, excitement, horror, wonder and hope. Art is how we make sense of the world, art is everything – literally. We need music, paintings, poetry and drama as a means to imitate life so we can make sense of it. Art represents expression and creation. Art teaches how to see, it is culture, perception and reality.
I want to talk about this one Universal law that governs all the laws namely; the law of cause and effect, the law of gender, the law of polarity, the law of correspondence, the law of mental, the law of vibration and the law of rhythm. It is called the generative principle and it says what we care enough about to put our will behind is ultimately what gets created in our world. The generative principle is everyday habits and how we navigate reality. It is about what we focus on.
For example, the great Lionel Messi is going to score that winning penalty on match day because he has scored a million penalties in practice. This scoring of penalties at practice makes him a serial scorers of goals and this is what is reflected onto the world. Lionel Messi has more than 10 000 hours under his belt and has attained mastery at football. Ultimately the world is made up of information and as you engage with your field of study, more information gets released for you to take in. In this case, Messi can kick a ball in many different ways and he knows the most effective way to do it.
When you care about something, you do it with all of your heart and might. You want to get better at it, you are diligent and you feel fulfillment – that reflects on the world and you create something great. You can’t do great work if you don’t care. That’s the problem with people, they don’t care about their jobs and what they do daily and it reflects in their lives, they live miserable lives, they are angry and unfulfilled.
You can achieve anything in the world, you just have to start and care enough. As you progress more information will be revealed to you, there can be no other way, it’s science, you are energy and you are always vibrating. Care is everything, it is how you create your reality. Care is the big natural law, it is the generative principle.
antakalipa 