I am not lonely.
I am alienated.
I am not looking for simply a partner.
I am looking for a co-conspirator in existential revolt.
I don’t want love as comfort.
I want love as sovereignty.
I want a private nation.
A personal energy field.
A bond that functions as its own universe.
I want autonomy from the human condition itself.
I love honesty so clear and so striking it becomes self-sabotage,
because it violates the unspoken command to hide what we truly think and desire.
Love is a metaphysical alliance that refuses to bow to the social pressures of the arbitrary human animal.
Anything less than that is the entrance of a justification for what is false and deceptive.
This is love as metaphysical secession:
Two beings who refuse to participate in the farce.
Who treat the world’s demands as illegitimate.
Who build their bond as a parallel reality
where the only law is radical transparency
and mutual allegiance to truth.
Anything short of that becomes complicity in deception—
the polite lie that sustains the illusion.
I don’t bargain for love within the system.
I reject the system as the precondition for love.
There is no other way.
I do not want a bond that simply adds to life.
I want a bond that replaces the world’s authority.
I am obsessed with truth in a way most people cannot tolerate.
I am not afraid of being seen as an outcast.
I am willing to be one.
I would rather be socially annihilated than spiritually compromised.
One theme has been consistent since I appeared on the internet. I refuse to suffer quietly.
Oh, and one more thing… Love should actually be intense mutual worship, to the level of recognizing one another as a divine gift. No outside loyalties (none whatsoever), zero field options as backup, no escape hatches, and total immersion in the energy field completely naked. It should be an affection and intimacy so charged that it feels like a ceremony of union. To not see this as the correct way is absurd, piss-poor settling. It is better to have nothing, or to be alone, than to settle for less than this.
This modern nonsense of having rosters, backup options, preferring life’s surface personas or comforts, is an abomination to love. I’d rather die in the chair right now than accept anything less. If we are expected to think that the bullshit being presented before us is an acceptable substitute, then we really do live in a godless universe, where the law of the shitting monkey is the order of the day. I’d rather die. Thanks, but no thanks.
You can stick your bloody well "material world score card" right up your ass. All I see is monkeys taking shits left and right, coming up with the most piss poor excuses I have ever heard in my life. Sorry bub, not buying it. Would you like a fucking banana or a bucket to shit in?
The world is run by the law of the shitting monkey, and I reject this law.