Proselytizing the Miscreants

[Payne]

Proselytizing the miscreants. Part 1/4


Being, In part, a monologue delivered by Payne to drunken bastards on a Tuesday afternoon.


      Darkness is the absence of light.

   Silence is the absence of noise.

   Cold is the absence of heat.

         What is ignorance? It used to be i would term it the absence of knowledge.

   No more, I have decided that ignorance is a virus that is spread from human to human to cover up the glaring gaps in the view of the world we are presented with.

      We know so little, but ignorance is the concrete that holds us together, like glue.

We hold true to "society" and rules, because we know no better. We are told to.

         We don't WANT to know anyother way.

   Its transmitted in insidious forms. The television, the advertising billboards.

Yay! Even the internet.

We cannot fight the virus, except to perhaps accelerate its progress and make it kill its host.

      Those who survive will be immune to its debilitating effects.

   Those who die will be the fodder for our jeering lulz as the world falls into a new dark age,
Accompanied only by our mockery and our rescinded offer of a way to cast off the turtle shell.

                  Those who are left behind are those who can stab you in the back.


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Proselytizing the miscreants. Part 2/4


Being, In part, a monologue delivered by Payne to drunken bastards on a Tuesday afternoon.



   Everything is unique, in some sense. Certainly in an empirical sense, due to everything being in a different place at the same time.

   Everything, however can be quantified, pigeon holed and presented as part of a whole.

   Matter, psychology, grains of sand on the beach. All can be presented as trends, numbers, statistics, physical qualities (and/or quantities) or any other number or criteria.

   Fuck this, I am NOT a number. (maybe I am, but I choose not to be treated as such)

   Those who seek to control us view us as the grains of sand (mentioned before). We are counted, raked into pleasing shapes. Sometimes, we are molded by the waves crashing on the beach as the king tries to turn back the tide. Uncontrollable "natural" events.

   If a grain of sand had our senses and our lives, would it be offended by what we, as individuals, perceive it to be?

   What would that grain of sand attempt to break free of those restrictive paradigms we place it in?


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Proselytizing the miscreants. Part 3/4


Being, In part, a monologue delivered by Payne to drunken bastards on a Tuesday afternoon.


If nothing is true, and everything permissible, would these lead to a mass apocolypse of the mind?

If so, bring it on!

I want the cabbages to suffer.

They are meaningless until they make it otherwise.

And it would be good for them in the long run......

Is it time to speed up the Machine? Do the unexpected?

Floor it, and let the cogs of the CoN lunch themselves?

Any cabbage who begins to think for itself, and become a thinking thing is a bonus to us.

Any cabbage who doesn't will become lul-bait.


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Proselytizing the miscreants. Part 4/4


Being, In part, a monologue delivered by Payne to drunken bastards on a Tuesday afternoon.



I have decided to withdraw this part for the time being. I may post it later.

[P3nT4gR4m]

1/4 was dynamite, not so sure about 2 kinda been said before but teh ignorance virus is nice

[Payne]

Which isn't bad, considering I missed out part three, and decided not to post part four.....

Part three is now added.

[Jenne]

  I thought that was on purpose.  *will go read 3 now*

[Darth Cupcake]

I really like the last two lines of part 2.