cognizer

This is a story about a nigga that's tired of living. He's tired of living the lifestyle that he chose. He does the majority of things right. Sometimes he is an opportunist. He views the world as if it owes him. He questions his existence with every spare thought he has. The daily routine of wage slavery is killing him inside spiritually. He is a philosophical misanthrope. Nihilist. He likes to be fancy. He thinks that he towers over everyone mentally. His role models are Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. He laughs at the purpose of society. The cordiality and politeness of it. He ponders over these ideas.

He decides to act. 

He told his girl, "if I die, cremate me, I don't want a service. I don't want shit to do with a church". Religion is for those that need it, he thought. His aura is dangerously radioactive. He's not close with anyone in his family. They realized that he is an emotional sadist and maybe have some symptoms of pathology. Nobody gave a fuck when he was younger so he was never diagnosed. He is a true chameleon in life. All relationships are transactional. Even with his girl. He saw that she had something he wanted. He conned his way into her midst. Unfortunately he is human and fell for her. His feelings are bound to her. Never fret. If he has to leave, he will leave, without notice. The pain just must be endured. 

It's a fucked up life. Lone Wolf style. He prides himself on it. He is the balance to the cushy world around him. Everything is just a game. It's all childs play. The same ups downs and merry go rounds of everyday life. It's predictable to a point. What even is a "friend"? Someone who consents to "having your back" ? No real obligation, just an unwritten code or whatever the fuck. The only person he trusts is himself. It sucks but that's how it is. Anyone who gets too close is ghosted. 

His attraction to the occult would grow. He didn't grow up having anything. He was targeted by bullies in school. He was a frail kid. He wanted something out of life. Some sort of recognition. Some acclaim. He was a bookworm and his curiosity led him to esoteric teachings. He felt this was his only recourse in this shit show of an existence 

His disdain for institutions that keep society in lock step grows as he realizes that he has been duped his whole life. Family, school, work, are all prime examples of his exploitation. Widdling away at his dignity, autonomy, time and energy. He lusts for absolute power and complete sovereignty. He has destructive thoughts and revels in the implosion of all infrastructure. 

He always wanted to fuck a white witch bitch in the woods. No fear of the repercussions. His relationship with drugs and alcohol is relentless. Water on occasion. Alcohol binges are necessary on this path. He is like dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde. He is employed and maintains his bearings to earn his keep. All bets are off when he punches the clock. Coke is cool. Not often. It's pretty expensive. Mushrooms, marijuana are in constant rotation. LSD and salvia are some extremes on occasion. When he needs to stay grounded and snap back to reality. He is on a mission in this earthly body. Can't depart prematurely. DMT is a specialty. He is learning to communicate with the ether realm and the "others". The archons. The Annunaki. The nepholim. The creator species. He always heard about PCP but it just never came about a need for its use. 

He is melaninated Godly being. He knows his history and has come to the solution that black American people must cut the fat and detach from niggas. They are an abomination, savage and need to be civilized. They are a creation of caucozoidal strategic bio- experiment . That kills the image of black people in a world view by emasculating him and make him into a brute killer. Survival oriented but benevolent in nature. Not able to think. That always strive for peace and love for this entire planet. Not just for humans, for all life. We think this way. The Caucasian rather exploit the material world and neglect the ether spiritual world. The only way to defeat them is by absorbing them, them being the recessive gene. We are not in the position in world society to do this unless we work this trauma out of our emotional DNA genome and love ourselves. To bring forth the Utopian Black Experience. Black Capitalistic Renaissance. Planning to be separate from devil's society. Black people evolve. Niggas convert to Sovereign Black Citizens. 

He is going to start the Sovereign Black Citizens Wealth Fund with money saved from boycotts and make a diversified security in cryptocurrencies. Shares are issued to contributiors to this fund

He went to school for finance. He wanted to make a dollar from a penny. Nobody ever gave him anything. Everybody around him is either the recipient or the giver of wealth. He is in a position to give, but why? Who gave to him? All he inherited from his folks were generational curses. Some people have to work in their lifetime to be what they want to be. He is one of those that has to do everything the hard way. 

He starts to feel as though his hatred for the status quo and humanity in general is bringing his vibrational field down. He believes he is devolving socially. He prefers to be alone. People instinctively avoid him. His presence is that of someone who will never live in the moment, because he is too worried about his future, being it fueled by what happened in the past. He plays the background skillfully and strategically. When he looks himself in the mirror, he sees the holy Trinity, man, God, and devil. He sees a goldmine. 

His entire adult life, he has been under the rulership of women. Every place of employment he had a female supervisor. He h/as an older sister by 9 years. He has been in a perpetual relationship since the age of 20. He never had a significant amount of time alone as an adult. Though he feels alone, always. He never could understand why this was. So throughout his adult life, he was never a man of his own devices. At times he fears it, other times, he longs for it. He fears who he truly is. Is it a lust for blood, or is it a lust for hedonsim? He doesn't know. He never was given a chance. Maybe these women are saving him from being the macabre, violent, pleasure seeking enthusiast who he is deep down. Or maybe the women were put in his life for a reason, to move him into a direction of revolutionary thinking, boundary less thinking. Thinking that will alter everything as we know it. 

He is caught between a rock and a hard place. He has a shit job. He believes that it is beneath him. But the universe gave him what he wanted essentially. The summation of the decisions he made landed him there. His superior is an older white /l 1woman. She is starting to lose her memory. Feels like onset Alzheimer's. Sucks for her. He feels sorry for her. This is the ultimate job security he thought. He works in a warehouse with very loose controls. It's almost a way of life there. He sees an ample opportunity to make some extra money on the side. It would involve theft. His moral compass is still in tact. But the will to attain power is throbbing. It's breaking through. It's reprogramming nerve centers in his brain

Children continue the cycle of perpetual compliance and obedience on this earthly plane. He felt like this step was to be avoided in this path. It's a double edged sword he thought. "If I don't have anything to give, why would I have children?" The only thing he would be able to pass down are his tendencies and inclinations. Tendencies and inclinations towards pleasure, laziness, inebriation and half-heartedness, itntrusive thoughts and predisposition to mental illness. Why would I put someone in the world with disproportionate ability to achieve? They'll just become casualties of the system

The woman that he's with used to be a whore.  She not ashamed either. That's the worst part. Not realizing what the information would do, he gave her authorization to talk about her past. Every time that he thinks about investing in their future, he hears something that gives him buyers remorse. Any more stories about her past, will lead him to go monk mode. The more she talks about it, the more he is disgusted with her and unattracted to her. It's only a matter of time before he splits and goes for self. He starts to develop a profile for woman that are interested in him. They usually are the ones that are trying to be saved from the streets. They've put miles on their sexual organs and want to see if he can guide them to the light. Also provide and protect them. Whilst in a relationship with them. Sometimes he thinks, " I really should just pimp bitches". The woman he was with before her was an opportunist like him. He didn't have any game so it was ran on him. He feels robbed of his youth somewhat being with her. He fantasizes about strangling her while raping her.

He fantasizes about impaling people at his job with the forks on his lift truck. Working 40 hours in that place is torture. It is torture. He feels he is in purgatory for his indifference and non committing attitude. He visualizes old bullies being deleted by his own hands. That short wrestler athlete fucker with the glasses? Bash his fat thick skull in with a crowbar. That weird ass white boy that wear eyeliner, you know, the emo faggot? Lynch his ass and castrate him. Shove a cylindrical object in his anus. A wondrous sight. The little crackhead struck match looking gargoyle bastard? Do him mob style, plastic bag over his head, asphyxiation.  Dump him in the trash. What about the piece of shit that used to rag on you in the eighth grade, you know the degenerate that jokes on your mom? Skinny big head nigga? You see him now and he has kids? By a chick in high school? Beat to death with my fists. Felt good.

He thinks to himself, "how can I signal to the universe that I am ready for a substantial amount of currency to flow through me?" He thinks of a ritual

He knows he isn't a great person. His optimism and vitality over the years has waned. His pessimistic real-world view is what dominates his thoughts, and he finds it suffocating, immovable and inevitable. It crushes his soul everyday to return to his indentured servitude, day in and day out. He starts to plot his method of recourse on the system. He sees himself as a lost soul lurking the shadows.

Eureka. "Who really cares if I live or die in this world?", he thought to himself on his lowest days. Suicide? No. That's not an option. He knows his destiny and he will manifest it. Suicide is for those that can't handle the  constant thrashing that life exacts on you. But wait.. 

He had been thinking about this for a while. "What if I fake my own death and collect the life insurance money?" On some Machiavellian ill shit. He started the policy 8 years ago. It's starting to collect value. He's been thinking of ultimate ways to fuck the system in the ass. "I need a beneficiary that would be down with that shit" he thought. It's not a lot of people that would risk jail time for something like that. He ponders over this scheme for months. If the plan is successful, meaning he finds someone to be the beneficiary/accomplice, he fakes his death and finds a cadaver that would match him, and the insurance pays out, then where would he go? Would anybody even pay their respects to him? For some reason, deep down in his gut, he wants to see if people will mourn him.

The wilderness is his yearned-for destination. Where man can live in nature. In man's true nature. Without hindrances or protocols of civilized living. Where it's just him and his own means. The preparation process begins. He envies the various beasts in the wild. They aren't cursed with intelligence. They just follow their biological program. Humans never had it that easy

He realizes that he must alter the perception about himself, from weakness to powerful. He realizes that he's not special. He will never be the center of attention. Barely anyone knows him or will remember him. He tries his best to stay out of the way, he doesn't want to be noticed at all. That way, he can use it to his advantage. It's a certain edge you have when you're socially invisible.

His thoughts dim the light of the sun. His light bulb that he wears like a halo, flashes.. 'Im going to become the Bio-Conductor' he proclaimed 

His niche in the occult sciences is divination and numerology. His master scheme is the magnum opus of all terrorist achievements. He buys scratch off tickets at a feverish pitch. 

His gutteral distaste for society guides him. The putrid, toxic envy and hatred that he harbors for his contemporaries overflows his beaker. He is The Alchemical warlord with a chip on his shoulder. The One that many religious texts would warn of the coming of. He dedicates his life to the separation from the devil's society. He is the Black Sovereign Anarchist. THE Autonomous Usurper of Minds. THE Ungovernable Manipulator of Reality. THE One who begets entropic disintegration