I'm crafting a masterpiece but it's going to take 10 years.

Obviously our solar system was engineered.

Your painful logic, your icy facts
Demolish walls like houses of card
I cannot see beyond your horizon
You are the depth of the ocean
You swallow even the sun
Darkness whispers nightly of your inevitable rising
You invoke fear and that is why you're true

The life of a writer is so empty.

You all want knowledge. There is no knowledge in politics.

I'm sorry to the Alien Overlord, but I know I'm the only one in the simulation.

I was in a charity shop and was hearing people's thoughts telling me everyone was out to get me and the radio was on then a song finished and the DJ simply said "he's in a position he doesn't want to be in now" and I couldn't comprehend how that comment could relate to the song that just played or the next one. Then people started saying I was a genius and I figured out not only is there no way to prove or disprove I am in a solo simulation, but that the way things were going (the radio DJs comment for example) it actually made a lot of sense that it was just me in the simulation.

I was in a charity shop and was hearing people's thoughts telling me everyone was out to get me and the radio was on then a song finished and the DJ simply said "he's in a position he doesn't want to be in now" and I couldn't comprehend how that comment could relate to the song that just played or the next one. Then people started saying I was a genius and I figured out not only is there no way to prove or disprove I am in a solo simulation, but that the way things were going (the radio DJs comment for example) it actually made a lot of sense that it was just me in the simulation.

The moon was designed to be landed on and Mars was designed to be colonised. Yes, our entire solar system is constructed. Imagine a civilisation with one million years on us... They incomprehensible amount of stars and planets in the universe suggest there must be one...

Joseph took a pellet from an Airsoft gun to the left eye and he counted himself lucky because his right eye had always been the most beautiful of the two and when he squinted he always closed his left eye anyway and looked out through the right. His right eye was a dazzling grey that looked like shining silver in the sun and his left eye was a boring brown. He didn't understand the genetics of it, knowing vaguely that the gene for brown eyes was dominant over lighter shades, so he reasoned that his father's brown eyes had struck a deal with his mother's light greyish-green eyes and the two would share his ocular organs fifty-fifty. But the brown eye was now milky and no longer coordinated with the grey eye so Joseph wore a patch over it and that gave him a striking, if not intimidating appearance which he relished when people stared struck by the glow of his one remaining functional eye.

The synthetic eternal solipsistic simulation machine is glitching and that's "schizophrenia"

Death isn't real. You can interpret that spiritually or technologically (transhumanism). There are many ways to interpret it so whatever makes the most sense to you is how you will understand it through your particular viewpoint. But yeah, death isn't real. Maybe you want some probabilities of this being true? There are an infinite amount of ways death might not be real, but there's only one scenario for death's existence as a total finality. So if the odds are infinity to one, the gamble is an easy one to make.

What if I'm extremely retarded? My IQ is between 120-125, so yes, midwit. But what if I have a profound retardation in me that eludes formal testing? Like, I've definitely made decisions a down syndrome wouldn't even make. Am I lacking something? Can you tell by the way I'm writing this?

Money doesn't make the world turn, violence does.

I'm finally realising I'm a genius.

The short story is the superior literary form.

Hello from the dankest corner of Josef Fritzl's rape dungeon where the crack smoking child molesters fuck eachother's asses without a scumbag on. Where future serial killers decapitate the genitals of baby mice. Where our mothers made us watch em getting fucked by their johns and where we played with used needles like Hot Wheels. Hello from the devil worshipers and the tarot card readers and the mass shooters who read Mein Kampf before they go to bed. How do you like your eggs? Hello from the botox injecting abortionists who break their hippocratic oath to line their demonic pockets. Hello from the jackbooted policemen who stamp all over you and infect your homes with corruption. The property developers here build our tenements and always make sure they're high enough for suicide. And they are. The streets are covered with our blood and the media sells it back to us. One endless cycle of quiet deaths and a big bomb just waiting to release us from it.

So you've got Mar's proximity, total solar eclipses, and Saturn's hexagonal formation on its northern pole and then you factor in the laws of probability and you finally realise that it is not a 0% chance our solar system was engineered by some sort of intelligence.