Gregory and the Demons

2021-12-06 18:58:01 Just a mercenary

The world didn’t go crazy, it simply understood itself and found out its price, turned into a market.

So there is no shame in being just a mercenary. But it’s not a shame to be a dreamer as well, justifying your low value by misunderstanding of others. There is no shame in giving up also, knowing that everything will collapse anyway. Do not be ashamed to walk on the backs of those around you if your goal is their head. Neither labor nor laziness is a shame, nor the precarious balance in between. Everything is shameless, yet only “Nothing” is shameful.

And so the most notorious villain turns into a saint if he believes in himself. The devil’s smile is worth more than angel’s tears, because the first is sincere and lasts forever, and the second – a second. Open / Comment

2021-12-03 20:01:14 We know nothing about revenge

Unfortunately, all our information about revenge and its consequences is based on fictional artwork of pop culture, and cannot reflect reality.

Besides, the right revenge is a revenge that has not been told to anyone, and the people who create all this moralizing content are artists – and this is well known fact, – all artists have little guts.

Therefore, if you ask me whether you should take revenge on your offenders or not, I will say: try it. Most likely, their ****** will not yet *** by the time you get out of ******.

God doesn’t exist anyway, and the Law may fall tomorrow already. Open / Comment

2021-12-01 19:24:57 The longest night

How long can a night last? Mine has been going on for four years. And I don’t see the dawn yet, not a drop.

Yes, the sun rises and sets, but that is not it. Just a change of lighting, nothing more. People do and say something, but the words are no longer the same, and the things feel different somehow. We still laugh, but with a hysterical wheeze, out of spite to the world, and not because fun.

That is how it happens: one day the sun turns into a fake, and the clock seems to be familiar, even ticking, but time does not go. It stopped. You stopped too. Because you are dead, just haven’t figured it out yet.

And death is night, only the endless one. Open / Comment

2021-11-25 20:01:51 Boy who never placed an Ad

Once upon a time, there was a boy who never placed ads on his channel. When asked why he was so naive, he replied that he wanted to do something for people, sincerely and without a second thought.

Because if you sell advertising, you do it in order to buy new subscribers, and you need them to sell advertising more expensively later, for buying even more subscribers, and you desperately need subscribers themselves so that they can read everything you write, write not for their sake, but for the sake of your funds, fame, self-esteem and so on.

That’s how the naive boy lived, not placing ads and watching his life and money flow into the sand. And was there such a boy, did he live at all? Who knows... After all, he has never placed his traces, so probably never existed. Open / Comment

2021-11-23 18:55:46 Architecture of dead ends

Perhaps even architecture, being an inanimate concept, can get tired. Otherwise, where did the dead ends come from?

Or probably it is a correction from life itself, which does not tolerate win-win plans, and always at the very last moment removes the foundation from under the house of cards, blows on the fence of domino figures, which seemed to be so reliable?

And maybe to hell with all these blueprints and plans, if in the end you still get some kind of dead end, when the highway leads straight into the wall, and the wall blocks off what no one needs, that no one will ever even want to conquer or steal? Open / Comment

2021-11-19 21:01:35 Tame these stupid feelings

Have you ever had feelings? Is there a feeling that you are not able to experience in principle? And if so, why and what is this feeling? Have you ever thought about it?

Can a deeply religious person experience the joy of knowledge? Can a deeply unbeliever experience an exaltation of faith? You yourself cut off those feelings that you think you are smarter than. To admit a stupid emotion is to offend your cognition and sapience. So bridle them like horses, and these horses will take you to the grave, where such nonsense is not.

After all, the mind is a filter of feelings, and pray to the gods that it wasn’t the size of a needle with a thousand imps sitting on top of it, snuggling up to each other like they’re family. Open / Comment