by winterwolf » July 30th, 2014, 12:46 am
Just a simple hello, you opened my Pm, you see it in you inbox and you are excited. now your reading my words wondering what I will say next. I am saying I think your cute, and that makes you blush. You want more, If I said I want you, you would bow trembling at my forwardness. This is Or reminds you of your dark desire. I understand you, I know you, I have met you a thousand times before. I am a true Master. People fall to the machinations of others, because deep down, they want to be delivered from their daily lives. They need a rest, a break, they need someone else to do their thinking for them. Everyone does. Everyone gives in eventually. Maybe they fight it for a while, they resist, they tell themselves they are better than this. But in the end, they all succumb.
Men or women, it makes no difference. They all want release. Relief. They want to surrender to their base urges. To lose themselves in the pleasure and the lust. To revel in those dark impulses that we all try so hard to conceal. To pretend we don’t feel.
The truth is, the battle is long since over. The decision was made. The truth? You all decided you’d rather have comfort instead of independence, entertainment instead of thought, and pleasure instead of effort. You make the choice every time cum instead of reading a book. Every time you go clubbing instead of visiting a museum. And every time you choose the easy way over the hard.
The truth is, those who succumb, want to. Those who don’t? Fight for their freedom. Who are you to take a well deserved rest away from those tired souls who did not have the will to fight anymore? From us who cared enough for them to free them from the drudgery of their lives? Who cared enough to give them what they have always wanted.
I think, in the end you are simply scared. Scared of surrendering to what you want. To what you need. Scared of losing yourself to the simplicity, the hedonism, the physicality of the rhythm of thrust and grind and pleasure that haunts your dreams. The memory of what it felt like to be so free.
The battle is over. We have won. You my dear, are fighting against the tide. You are tilting at a windmill, for the sake of your own pride, your own fear. You have lost. It is just taking you some time to realize it.
And that’s ok. You take all the time you need. Because the age of freedom and reason is done. The age of the twenty four hour stream of mindless entertainment has arrived. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang. But with a plaintive heated moan in the dark. With a quiet giggle at the antics of repetitive sitcoms. With the silent blip, of the last independent thought dying out.
Your world is over.
It’s our turn now.