Sexist Society... Must Destroy It! / It's a Dog's World...
[COMMENTARY:] You try to consolidate people's infedelities... sex seen as a dope-type recreation, an inalienable diversion.. ..or a technique to exalt the nearly always trampled female ego. "She feels reborn..." ...in the guise of a fucking bitch. A parallel form of humiliation, in fact (this time) self-humiliation. And your pseudo-pornographic freedom won't stand up. Next door. Your profit's results spread like wildfire... The last uncontaminated feelings... rr thrown away, spit down, straight down to your packed-out W.C. Love, friendship, respect, sincerity... rr out of fashion. SOMETIMES I NEED SOMEONE TO EMBRACE, NOT NECESSARILY SOMEONE TO FUCK. Next door. Your shitty sexist propaganda... sponsored by falsity, exhibitionism and mental backwardness. But now... now I can feel the strongest will joining my rage, the will of smashing this shit down, the will of voicing my dissent against your ignorance and mediocrity, the will of screamin' till I see blood pouring from my mouth...: Must destroy this sexist society!! Must destroy it!!!!!!!!!!!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
"The world of heterosexuals is a sick and boring life!" Miniaturized Eden: Post-working gratification Unchained perversion imprisoned in a silent bedroom Miniaturized Eden: The short triumph of our screwed working-classes
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Your scared eyes closed by humans' brutality But my sadness can't cause a resurrection. NO!!!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
"earnestness" - something i can't call freedom... too rigid "ratiocination" ...but where's a smile among those upset screens Always standing on the same old picture: money Disagreeable selections: - you die in comfortable emptiness / - i live my tragic oddness, alone but free
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Talking eyes, epicentre of torpor. Rain on an impatient web Your hate sleeps in the incorporated grave of your contempt Its desire of being in action sleeps on the definiteness of your silence Break the seals, don't bury your light
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
12/5/1989... You're accused of "rolling" I know, my noise can't debase your life But your vectors won't change my introspections
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Born in your shit, I can't enjoy the colors of grace and beauty I can't feel anything but this uniform-unfailing sense of nausea... "Her eyes... so lovely That you're askin' yourself how can tears................................ Her body... so perfect That you're askin' yourself how can shit................................." "Her brain... so empty That I'm askin' myself how can thoughts................................. Her life... so senseless That I'm askin' myself how boring should be.........................." The colors of grace and beauty won't fit in my picture; Diping my brush in your shit I'll paint a life of kicks Intimidations, self-relegation I'm a ragman and I love my putrid clothes Weared out by thousands generations You're something worst... corrupted perfection; The static divinity of perfumed trash
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Yesterday I sat on this ground, waiting for a reconciliatory look I waited... in the hope of seeing it (But my optimistic enthusiasm was broken off...) Without a shadow of justice When "someone" will call down his revenge Upon these grey, rotting walls... (...your innocent world will break down) I'm waiting, in the hope of seeing him Without a shadow of justice
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Catch this message, continue my silent war There's a round table against something That can hurt their stupid world It's time to put our cards on that table....
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Invisible chip of emotions projected in the human sphere Uncertainty or sadness are the only reactions of a fanciful mind; Sense of perversion, aggressive hate... Stagnant feelings entangled in sinews My brain's wrapped by hydrophobic webs Your plastic existence will conduct it near the nervous breakdown My conformity would mean complete annihilation, mental blackout Suicide left as the ultimate act of freedom, escape. But no, not for you WHERE PEOPLE SEE A PROMISING FUTURE I CAN ONLY DISCERN AN ENDLESS ABYSS
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
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