Life is seeing a deformed squirrel on the way to your car before leaving for work. It looked as though she was the victim of fire: specifically on her head. At least half her head appeared to have been badly burned. I stopped and looked at her. She was close to me on a tree. "What happened to you?" I asked. I don't think she heard me. I think her ear, and eye, on the side that was facing me had been roasted to the point of being defective. She turned, probably became aware of me for the first time, and became scared: climbing away from me a little. The affected area really looked like the skin of a human burn victim. I'm pretty sure she's half blind (and probably half deaf too). How did that happen? Did someone set her head on fire? Again, why should I want to live with all this suffering occurring everyday in this world of pain and carnage?
I'm a bald vegan writer. I wrote 3 eBooks that are available on Amazon: "Farts & Literature" & "Veganman" (both by Sean Duffy), & my memoir, "American Loser" by Zach Murphy (I use pen names.). The links to them are in a nearby post. I love all animals: people, not so much. I'm a childfree atheist who believes in antinatalism. I have OCD & depression, or is life horrible? Society is an evil entity. Photo is of a wild groundhog outside my home
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Monday, September 18, 2017
Life Is (9/18/17)
Life is seeing a deformed squirrel on the way to your car before leaving for work. It looked as though she was the victim of fire: specifically on her head. At least half her head appeared to have been badly burned. I stopped and looked at her. She was close to me on a tree. "What happened to you?" I asked. I don't think she heard me. I think her ear, and eye, on the side that was facing me had been roasted to the point of being defective. She turned, probably became aware of me for the first time, and became scared: climbing away from me a little. The affected area really looked like the skin of a human burn victim. I'm pretty sure she's half blind (and probably half deaf too). How did that happen? Did someone set her head on fire? Again, why should I want to live with all this suffering occurring everyday in this world of pain and carnage?
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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Haven't blogged in a while. There's at least two reasons for that. First of all, I'm a complete mess, and, secondly, I have a job. I got a job working for a major home-improvement chain store. I'm still facing major credit card debt. I might have to file for bankruptcy if I can't get a loan to pay off these credit cards. But this job is difficult to tolerate. To do what I'm doing, full-time, is a bit of a nightmare, but, as I and others have mentioned before, life itself is pretty much a nightmare. I really have to tough it out to make it through the day. To me, work has become an endurance challenge. It's driving me crazier than I already am.
Here's a new section on the Bald Vegan! It's called "thoughts." I hope you like it!
I"m sure that life sucks. Sometimes, when I'm in the midst of a deep depression, I remind myself that I can commit suicide anytime I want to, and it cheers me up a little.
I don't' believe in heaven, but I believe in hell, and this it it. This planet has a history of violence that is staggering in its scope.
I'm jealous of the dead.
After death, even soft, healthy skin will rot.
That's thoughts for this week. I'll end with a poem for a poet.
Who am I?
How do others see me?
How do I see myself?
What do others think of me?
Is that really me in the mirror?
Do I exist?
Will anyone miss me when I'm gone?
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