In This Hellhole Of Lies

I wanted to explain that the important thing was to understand that the system is putting pressure on us. The system is squeezing us into shape – its shape. Always it’s shape. The shape it wants us to be. The system is putting us under immense pressure to do what it wants us to do and be what it wants us to be and we are the system. I am the system and the system is my implacable enemy. The important thing to understand is that the system is me and that it is putting me under pressure to do what I’m supposed to do, to be what I’m supposed to be. It’s putting me under so much pressure. What excuse would you have anyway for not doing what you’re supposed to do, for not being what you’re supposed to be? What excuse is there? What excuses could there ever be? What allowances could be made? How unforgivable is it for us not to do what the system wants us to do? How unforgivable is it for us not to be what the system wants us to be? This is a rhetorical question of course. It’s infinitely unforgivable in all cases. It’s unforgivable across the board. Can’t you feel the weight of that condemnation? Can’t you feel it crushing the very life out of you? Putting you through the ringer, squeezing you through a pinhole. Please forgive me, you say, helplessly blubbering. Please let me show that I can become what you want me to become. Please give me a chance to seek your approval. Please let me do what I’m supposed to do and be what I’m supposed to be and let me prove myself in this way. Can’t you just feel the pressure leaning down on you? Can’t you feel it squeezing the very marrow out of your bones? It’s like getting blood out of a turnip, and you’re the turnip! Please let me successfully obey the Great Authority you cry out, ritually abasing yourself in the ancient time-honoured manner. Please let me conform correctly so that I can be a good person. Please let me assiduously adapt myself to the authority structure so that I can make something of myself in this life, so that I can make good, so that I may make a life for myself. In this hellhole of lies. In this hellhole of lies…

 

 

 

 

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