Khalidism

Humanity is a sun of hatred for us. One never ceases to be amazed at just how bottomless a human being’s capacity for contempt is. Every human being thinks he’s god, and so everybody insults me to their toenails whenever anything happens that contradicts this belief. How is that my fault? Why do you call me a dog for refusing to let a lecher be my boss? Some of you are convinced that having the right accent is more important than saying the right words, but people who believe that believe that superiority is genetic, not meritocratic. Go ahead and sin then. Let’s see how long you will stay human before devolving into an abomination. Everybody ignores those who insult others, and when it is directed at them, they go ahead and call the police. Is it true, then, that heaven has vanished along with the thousands of species that have gone extinct? It is all worth it, though, because this is what it means to be independent. Your mind is barren, your words vapid, so go ahead and fantasize ab

  We are disappointed. Humanity can only reach so far by stretching it’s hand, and the filaments of harmony in the firmament of thought leaves us convinced that a strand of hair ill placed will either create a nation or destroy one. We bluster and speak in a sonorous voice out of pride, but let us not forget that the trees are our masters, and that, so far as they are concerned, we are their livestock, their dairy cows, and their draft animals. An exploding star is a powerful sight to behold, but what about a king carrying a orb made of English soil? Etymologists are speaking drivel when they say that england is derived from angle. England, Firstly, foremostly, and everlastingly, is derived from angel. Indeed, we don’t dare build a rocket before calling ourselves that, because it will then disintegrate. The Roman’s nurtured england, and we, in turn, have to learn to nurture the world, for bread and butter, once eaten, does not recreate itself, but information fed to the brain could pro

  Finding ourselves garnering no sleep, we rush to the thought stenographer in a desperate attempt to weave some sleepiness to our hazy thoughts. As the old saying goes, we are poora than eva, but for some reason feel we are working for seven billion people, with any slacking resulting in a prison sentence. Science, when will you finally lie down and rest, letting datalism take hold and infusing nature with some much needed rest, albeit with activity being peaceful, rather than hectic. Honestly, if no women existed, we’d all be koala bears, sleeping away our life. We have reached this point of our life, that mentioning other species is the best way we can civilize ourselves. Mark my words, one day there will be a prophet among the dogs, urging them to believe in one god as humanity evolves itself into believing in a fractional one. Let’s not fool ourselves here, for we should all believe, probably correctly so, that dogs are polytheists, and live their lives according to this belief. T