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Monday, 2 May 2011
A KICK ON THE POWDERED ASSHOLE OF THE CREATIVELY BANKRUPT HUMAN RACE OF THE 21-st CENTURY
[ n i l o t p a l e s q u e m a n i f e s t o ]
1. We are most likely to die young, because death leads to immortality, and thus we shall live till eternity. WE ARE READY TO ENCOUNTER DEATH WITH COUNTERLIFE.
2. Mediocre people seem to be mannequins to us. LIFELESS BEINGS DEVOID OF GENITALS. No-cock masculines and no-cunt feminines with plastic boobs. Worse even than the worst hermaphrodites.
3. To us, ( one’s ) DESTINY is the DENSITY OF ( one’s ) GREY CELLS. We weigh an individual by the mass of hypothalamus.
4. True love transforms a genius into a mere mediocre, whereas the assassination of that true love can make a genius even more than the most creative prodigy.
5. We owe ourselves solely to SATAN, for he is the one who introduced the TREE OF KNOWLEDGE to the entire human race.
6. The solitary yet fatal flaw which assaults our creative entities mortally, is that sometimes, very rarely though, we feel humble. Otherwise, WE ARE PERFECTLY IMPERFECT.
7. We are not here to waste our days digging the graves of these mediocre pseudo-intellectuals. Rather we are most concerned about burying our own false ‘I’s after inciting them to commit suicide --- so neatly that in no way those hypocrite ‘I’s can come out of their coffins once again to profane us.
8. WE BELIEVE THAT THE INK OF A CREATOR IS MORE SACRED THAN THE BLOOD OF A MARTYR.
9. HOSTILITY IS OUR INSPIRATION. We want each thing as well as being to be hostile to us. We cherish to welcome all and every sort of adversities upon us.
10. We declare an open WAR with our CONTEMPORARY TIME. Our goal is neither to heal or purify it from its wounds, nor to restore it of its plagues. We aim at annihilating this CANCEROUS PRESENT. For we know that WE ARE
EVEN TO TIMELESSNESS. SUPERIOR
11. There is no newspaper that tells us WHAT HAS NOT HAPPENED. We herald that THE TRUE END OF ALL AND EVERY CREATIVE WRITING MUST BE TO DO THAT. We don’t take the yellow pen-shits of editors even for granted as creative writing.
12. We ourselves are more than enough to SHOULDER individually OUR DEADBODIES after raping death. None else deserves such an honour. It will be our own homage to us.
13. We are the only COUNTER-ATOMS who are adamant enough to claim ourselves to be the intellectual offspring of the GENII ATOM-DUO of our race, our era, our nation, still living among us. We dedicate this our literary manifesto to SUBIMAL MISRA and DAVID MARKSON. We doff our hats to them. All hats verily off to them.
‘WE’ are . . .
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