Is the Game Over Yet? How About Being Honest with the Doomed Film Coming From a Food Processor?
No way it's for public consumption when it's made with for your eyes only kind of insanity.
how about being honest with yourself for just a second
if you are ever capable of this
forget the projected glamour
the goddess facade, the saintly mask
whatever skin you are wearing today
we both know the truth of what lies beneath the surface
i can smell your rot; i've seen the maggots churning underneath
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i dare you to look into the mirror
are you expecting to see a human in that reflection
when we know that you are anything but
insidiousness is not just what you do; it is what you are
after so much coming from your machinations
conjuring complex plots and running cunning schemes
it is certain you are more than qualified
for forever residency in the burning inferno
for this life of manipulation, tell me, is it game over yet?
you ripped me apart
like meat in a food processor
leaving me beyond all recognition
hacked and bloodied, completely shredded
from your endless marionette show
it turns out you are not just a schemer; you are a butcher, too
are you being so proud of yourself now?
you love to play God, don't you?
peering down from your height
as if you are the ultimate divine
your grip on me like i'm a mere chess piece
shoving me across the board just to suit your whims
i found almost nothing human in you except for this one trait
patience turned into a predatory instinct: your ability to wait
waiting like a hunter preying in the dark
you doomed me to a living hell
the moment you draped that noose above my head
waiting for the perfect moment for the throttle
yanking the very air from my lungs
slaughtering me like a trophy stag for game
you managed to snag me and drew blood
in your endless of hits and misses
and i escaped thrice from that rope around my neck
yet, i can see that it is still there - dangling in my peripheral
i know you are still patiently waiting
i can smell it
the constant stench like something rotting in the house
i smell it every waking hour
i know it emanates from you
you wear the smell of decay like a perfume
the darkness you are projecting
the conjecture launched in my direction
like a targeted missile
seeking only to incinerate my name
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it is like watching a horror film
made for your eyes only
you are the producer, the director, and the sole audience
i am watching you watch your own handiwork
even saw you giving yourself a standing ovation in the dark
you are the only one in the world
watching this freakshow with glee
no way in the world will there ever be another like you
you are such a unique being - peerless in your undertaking
©Britt H.
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After reading your post, or rather after reading the first few lines, I wonder how many people actually recognise themselves in this. In any case, I don't recognise myself when it comes to wearing masks, not when it comes to seeing myself as an angel or a nice person (on the contrary), not when it comes to seeing myself in the mirror, which certainly won't break (I don't have many at home), and a freak show?
I don't think there are many people who are afraid of a freak show or a horror film. I think these films do quite well. Interestingly, I am also encountering more and more people who bear the name of the devil. I believe that there is also a place for bad guys, mainly because without bad, good would not exist.
I also believe that if people don't like you anyway and call you names, you might as well be the person they say you are. Life is a lot easier that way, and who knows, maybe that's the mask many people wear, a mask that will definitely make you feel better than the mask of being nice.
Have you ever seen that short series of films about the future? There's also an episode about social media where everyone has to be nice and smile all day long and you give each other a certain number of stars or points, and if you don't have enough, you get called names by the whole society.
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I don’t keep many mirrors around the house these days. I don’t really like what I see, and half the time I’m not even sure how I look when I throw together certain outfits.
No one is inherently a “good person”—I know my own flaws: short-fused, impatient, and sometimes without a filter. There are plenty of shortcomings in me. I'm no angel.
I’ve grown into horror shows, though that wasn’t always the case. As a kid, I was terrified. I used to leave my school bag outside the house because it had a ghost story book in it. In my seven-year-old mind, I was afraid the ghost would come alive. Back then, I was a scaredy cat.
But now, after being the protagonist of gore horror and the darker side of humanity, I’m no longer afraid of made-up ghost stories. Sometimes I even watch them to sleep, like a lullaby.
Maybe you’re right—people are drawn to horror and freakshows. It’s like when there’s an accident on the highway: instead of helping, many stop to watch, record, and gawk.
And then there are masks. I was thinking about this while doing chores earlier—how society wants us to wear so many different masks. Like when you want to speak the truth, you’re expected to soften it, embellish it, make it sound nicer. Always a mask, never the raw face. I don't think many will like my plain face.
You know, I find it strange to talk about yourself as a good person or to talk about someone else that way. I never think along the lines of 'I am a good person' or, on the contrary, 'I am not a good person'. And to be honest, I'm glad about that. I have no desire to be a good person, and by 'good' I mean that perfect person everyone expects me to be. Why should I? Why would I wear that mask? When it comes down to it, it doesn't get me any more friends and it certainly doesn't do me any favours, so I just am my own grumpy self. Hahaha. That's also what I don't understand about the internet, which I think is the place where you can be your own nasty self without beating around the bush. The internet is the place where you can just be your own antisocial self, and if someone doesn't like it, well, too bad, you remove that person from your life, or that person does the same to you, and then you just move on to the next one.
I've never had many mirrors in my house and I rarely look in them. This is not because I have a strange image of myself or because I don't like what I see, but because I simply can't see myself, and this also applies to others. I have a kind of blindness to faces, so I would be very bad at drawing a police sketch to describe what someone looks like. I am trying to work on that a little now that I want to learn how to sketch, hahaha. But it's a fact. I once took part in a competition that was also about how you see yourself in the mirror. I think it was about a year and a half to two years ago that I wrote about not being able to see myself. The strange thing is that I don't think there were too many responses to this, so you don't read or believe me. Very occasionally, I can see myself in the mirror, but that's never really based on clothing. When it comes to clothing, I've always worn what I find comfortable or simply what keeps me warm. What's the point of dressing up and freezing to death? I've never done this because I never attract attention. On the contrary, people always seem to recognise me, while I don't recognise or know anyone. That's pretty much how it works. I've also never been bullied because of the clothes I wear, even though I was totally different from the fashion guru, so I don't have to worry about that either, if I ever did. I think that if you have self-confidence and a certain charisma, the best is yet to come and people will accept you as you are.
And then there's the truth. Of course, you can tell the truth in a gentle or more considerate way, but the fact is that this doesn't always work. There are people who are so stubbornly blind and deaf and just don't want to hear anything, and being considerate doesn't help, because they talk everything up anyway or twist it in such a way that it sounds good to them and the message doesn't get through. In addition, we are always considerate and always say things in a certain softening way, terribly beating around the bush, as we call it. You know that behaviour, dogs do it, for example, when something is too hot and they keep circling around the bowl. They want to eat it, but they can't. The same goes for people who beat around the bush. In fact, they don't tell the truth bluntly, they try to gloss over it a bit and hope that the person they are saying it to will pick up on what is really meant, but of course that doesn't work.
It doesn't matter whether people find your real expressionless face interesting or not. Although I think they do, because it's something different. Incidentally, a face at rest is not a smiling or relaxed face anyway; it usually looks sad or angry. Is that bad? I don't think so. When it comes to animals, we often find it cute. Just look at how grumpy cats actually look with those corners of their mouths, and what do you think of the fish I draw? I think that without masks, character shows itself, and that's interesting, but that could also be an artist thing.
Right. I'm anti social that's why I like internet to help me with social distancing and still live my live.
I believe you! I remember reading about this a while back. I started looking into it because I know so many people who use 'not being able to recognize faces' of others from other races as some kind of excuse.
Then I found out about face blindness. There’s a huge difference between the two—one is behavior issue and the other is a biological condition.
The reality is that some people prefer a comfortable lie over a difficult truth. It’s hard to watch someone make a fool of themselves; there have been times I couldn't stand it and just spoke the truth plainly. I wasn't able to sugarcoat it, and they resented me for it. It makes me question why I should bother being the 'bad person' for someone who isn't ready to listen. At a certain point, you have to just let people live their own lives.
You know what it is, when someone asks for your opinion, they already know the answer and they just want to hear what they want to hear or they want to hear a solution, and if it goes wrong, they can blame you. That's called spineless or cunning. You see the same thing with people who simply don't want to hear the truth and then pretend to be deaf and blind. But I suspect that in reality they already know the truth, perhaps unconsciously, but often consciously, and I just tried to push them away a little. What you don't know, you can't do, right? It's just a pity that it keeps gnawing at you, whether or not with nightmares, because hard facts are not as easy to brush aside as you often think. I think you can only live comfortably with lies if you are really stupid or seriously believe that others don't see through you. In any case, that wouldn't work for me. In that respect, I'm like a detective, I just keep digging. And I look for answers, but on the other hand, I also can't stand stupid people, so I prefer to stay away from them. Simply because they are very tiring.
It would indeed be nice if everyone just lived their own lives and didn't interfere with each other. Unfortunately, that's where things often go wrong. Meddling, unhealthy interest in each other, the urge to dominate or manipulate others is clearly greater than a little peace of mind and living in peace. Be honest, what is so enjoyable about making someone's life miserable and keeping an eye on them all the time? There are so many other things you could be doing. How bored must you be?
Some people can be such idiots that they just blindly digest whatever they’re given. Then there are those who reach a masterful level of self-deception—like this 'man-child' who refuses to acknowledge his own manipulative family. He stays a 'useful idiot' for them to exploit, purely because it’s easier than facing the truth. There's always a bad side to everyone, but some are especially malicious. Even when they have no lack in life and are living well, they still do nasty things to others. It isn’t about survival or necessity; it’s pure spite.
These are the worse and I wonder what the fun (kick) part is, since they also do it if they cannot witness how the victim reacts.
I don't think we can understand how their minds work
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