this will fuk you up

i realised i am the marxist evil jordan peterson talks about so much in his lectures and interviews… i don’t like categories, genres, boundaries, identities… then again this is also the source of my inner war. Capitalism, christianity and family is all a possible cure for that. I am intrigued by these forces, but not enough to want them or want anything because WANTING is a form of dead puddle water for filthy flies and parasites and “top 10” bloggers and big houses in the nice part of town and xmas mornings with lots of presents.
Art is war.
the problem is… i have no idea what marxists really want or what the post-modernists are talking about. Even they are not LEFT enough for my tastes. I want more chaos. But that is again another want. So all this politics and desire is inescapable. We are all mad starving children like i have been saying all along. There is no right or left or middle. These are all just word games just like your precious “safety” and “security”. Good luck with that when you are dying and the world has gone to hell.
We can try to grasp and control and hold as much as we like. Nobody is gonna save you. Not religion. not science.
Hell is coming.  
Heaven too…
You cannot hide.
Welcome to life as a Human Being on planet earth.  
We are all animals struggling for survival.
So remember that next time you wanna talk to me about your relationship problems.  
See you next week bat man. Same bat time same bat channel.
Nothing has changed.
The buildings are fancier.  
We can sing and dance now…
We built this great big market place where things are exchanged. Clothes, food, people, pets, ideas, melodies.
YOU are not the person you think you are.  
Everyday you wake up different amongst all the other eight billion people.
We are all endless, infinite automatons of wonder and joy and pain and misery and TRUTH. So every person is everyone’s best friend and potential slave and room mate.
LOOK IN THE FUCKING MIRROR.
I know i know.
We all got bills to play. Dreams to dream. Maybe this week you will run an extra kilometre on your apple watch. Maybe you will listen a little bit more carefully in your next great spouse fight. Are you worried your life is a meaningless drivel drive to nowhereville? That also spells Now Here Ville! Which one did you initially see? Good. Now take that worry and dismantle it. Just like you always do.
Worries are nothing nothing sweet nothing and nothing could be anything in a world of somethings.  
It’s all there and here and everywhere.
Every moment full of frightening wonder.
Who do you wanna be today?
Life is a stage. We are all improvising.
TURN ON THE LIGHTS. Open the curtains.
Clap and holler. THE CARNIVAL IS IN TOWN.
You think this is a joke? Laugh. OBEY! Humour is when your brain hits that point of absurdity and you comply… blues music.  
Full of nuance… it is born from that moment where you go FUCK THIS.
All great art is blues music. That is the function, foundation and source of art. We create to kill boredom once you are done with the soap opera.
(most “blues” music is not at all what it is supposed to be… just someone’s career capital character… again, those genres… that is capitalism AT ITS BEST and so is this because things need to be tested.)
REFRAIN: The Gods Are Laughing
(hint: you are god and i am in your head)
Note: if this is truly the kind of marxism Jordan Peterson is talking about and why the soviet union failed then WE’RE ALL FUCKED.