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O LEI O LAI O LORD

O LEI O LAI O LORD 

O LEI O LAI O LORD

Mal-T, Mal-T, Mal-T of [eiserchetai eis ton polin]

So, yes, I suppose it is time to talk some about myself.

You who are reading this probably came across here from a link on an account. Welcome, I suppose. There will be plenty of material here for you to form an opinion of me. But let's take a step back here and talk about me, and what I'm doing here, but honestly mostly me, me, me. 

This is obviously a creative writing blog, I'm sure you've noticed that by now, I mean, look at all the esoteric vibes going on in this shadowy page set up. The things I write here vary a ton, there are a bunch of other "authors" that are also just me (What can I say, I like talking to myself). They are either gonna be poetry or prose poetry or essays for me to figure myself out, like this one.

But the theme is the more curious one, I think, it's the only part of this that threatens to stand out from any pet project at least. As we all know, standing out and being special is how you make it in this wretched little earth, not that I want to monetize this mind you, it's for my narcissism. Just kidding, I think it's cool and interesting what I want to say, is all. 

Although I'm still not sure what I want to say here, there are ideas but they haven't yet fit together into a coherent whole. I don't know if they will, honestly. It WAS going to be about *the mundane* as an anti-philosophical philosophical position (or a philosophical anti-philosophical position) but honestly futher thought made the whole thing refute itself. I guess I'll talk about that now.

THE MUNDANE was thought to be by ancient people (me) as a terrible thing. It does not describe boring things, mind you, it represents mundane reality which was often (and still is) so painful as to require the pain alleviation provided by belief-in-stuff. (It's just Lacan's real, again.) (Nothing is original I guess.) Although, you *can* look at it with unflinching eyes without pain, provided you are ready to be utterly unimpressed. You can just look at the world as it is on certain bouts of utter boredom, as a simple machine acting on forces you may or may not comprehend. Well, that is still very vague and useless, isn't it? I thought so too! Especially when I found out about Old Man Marx.

 You see, Old Man Marx and his HISTORICAL MATERIALISM really seemed to be what I was going for with THE MUNDANE. It has the whole belief-sedative metaphor (religion is the opium...) and it says you CAN just LOOK AT IT from outside and have a decent comprehension of the history and existence you find yourself situated in. It's also supposed to be a way to change the world. Even though that isn't possible right now, I guess. So yeah, it looks like Marxism is just that good.

It's kinda like Shakespeare in that. Yeah it's annoying when everyone talks about how good it is but it IS that good, yknow?

Uhh, what else, what else.

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Oh alright, decent text break.

There is also MEMES and THE MANDATE OF KEK. Anyway, I like memes, I love memes! I have loved memes for as long as I have been able to google stuff. O for sure there is a grand, sacred power in the Meme. The word meme itself was a horrendour metaphor for how ideas spread, made by one of the Horsemen (of Atheism), and the vileness of its encoinment reflects itself in its false significance in culture today. 

Memes are not power, okay? We are not living in a MEMEPUNK ANIME. People think memes and their stupid fucking tweets matter because they are god damn delusional, but, I do understand why people think that way (so it's not really delusional to do so). I think it's because it is about the limit of what we can do, and it's that starting a hashtag is just as effective as going out and protesting ; that is to say, it's not. That is because all is bound to capital or something, I'm not expanding this point further.

I like memes, I love memes because they allow me to type out many "me"s.  Anyhoo, (that's a real word?) (what are you, not white?) I came across this GROUP recently, on the internet. I won't give away anything tracable of them here on this blog. They are very funny, incredibly funny, and they are oriented on a singular, crystal sharp political agenda. Where /pol/ was an army of rambling marauders, the people here are a clade of masterful archers. But they have not yet shown themselves. Well, they have, but the stories I hear of them are brief. From years past they would troll other smaller spaces. Their tradition of spicy maymays spans nearly a decade into the past. And their maymays are so spicy, so, so based, that I had wondered why they have not yet conquered the entire Web and made it kneel. But the reason for that is simple. They do not believe it is time yet. When these people believe that it is time for them to act, then, will be the time of great change. This one small tribe of online persons will become a memetic engine that will span the globe, ushering in a total upheaval of the old order. 

I believe in them. 

Anyway yeah, that's all. That was fun to talk about. Maybe I should do this more, not that I want this to become a publicly available journal. 

 Have a good time.