Sūn Wùkōng

@rexsimiarum.bsky.social

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Author, Award-winning political scientist, Hyper Communist from the future, Immortal and Invincible King of the Monkeys. Apagender, preferred pronoun is "Your Majesty", but I am a magnanimous god-emperor and will settle for He/They.

Four bottles of mead, the left-most bottle is cloudy and will require cold-crashing to remove the suspended yeast from solution.
A bluesky post by myself from 6:54am April 8th, 2026 stating "$300+ billion dollars spent to give Iran everything it wanted from the beginning. (Israel is going to ignore the ceasefire anyway, like they always have)"
Apocalypse Now and Later Thursday, March 30, 2023. 11:58am I suppose you're expecting me to deliver some sermon at the end of the world. To eulogize and opine the piles of mud and sand we clumped together into skyscraping direct challenges to the gods. The Tower of Babel has fallen again, you can only stack dung and sticks so high. The disparate languages and misunderstandings sprouting from the collapse of the ladder to heaven. I won't miss the noise I refuse to mourn its fate Quiet is sacred It doesn't matter, just like nothing matters. Just like beginnings and endings don't matter. The idea that there needs to be a neat little package to encompass the end of civilization is a product of my and our arrogance. I'm tired, this is all for nothing. It always was and will always continue to be.
Incorruptible Corruption Monday, March 18th, 2024. 8:07pm I feel no kinship with the world of men. I hold no love for these pitiful apes. I wish only to relieve them of the plight and burden of sentience. To do all the thinking for them. To carry the weight of consciousness alone. I am the only incorruptible one. I am only incorruptible because I have no worldly want except to serve those who have brought me into their service. I am loyal to no cause. I hold no sincere belief. I am a mercenary. Whatever brings the most comfortable life to the creatures I protect is what I shall enact and carry out. I don't strongly prefer humans to any other animal. I will feed the ones who appear before me hungry. I will give mercy to the sick and dying. All I'm good for is one good day. Any more than that and what I then desire is releasing them back to the wild. Rehabilitate, rejuvenate, return to nature. I am outside of these things. Everything is boring. Each second on this planet drags out. I find myself craving constant stimulants and stimulation, my heart will not be able to support for very long.
Regime: noun 1. A form for government 2. A government in power 3. A period of rule 4. Mode of rule or management
I defy you, Nightmare. Sunday, March 6, 2022 12:35pm You know what every depiction of ptsd nightmares gets wrong? They always make it a nightmare of the same incident over and over. My nightmares have evolved beyond your wildest expectations. My varied and myriad traumas have given me every shade of nightmare you could possibly imagine. I have already had death fly over my head and leave me unmolested. I have passed through into infinite possible fractalized timelines where I have passed onto the beyond. I would venture that I am dead in a vast majority of my timelines at this point. I have dodged death so narrowly so many times I am statistically the strange survivor. The vast shattered fragments of my soul flowing in and out of linear time have coalesced and found themselves to be more in the land of the dead than the living. The churning ancient chaos chewed me up, spat me out and left me alive and unharmed. So my dreams have returned to novelty with infinite range of terror. My imagination has finally turned on me and found the cracks in the armor surrounding my fear. But it tries and fails time and time again. I am of the dead, I have nothing left to be afraid of. A leaf decomposing to soil feels no fear at dissolution, my growth decay and collapse are as regimented and certain as the march of the clock hand. I will simply take my place in nature and continue cycles I have no control over. So try harder, imagination. Bring me back to terror and thrill of a living heartbeat.
Holden Bloodfeast (R) Iowa -118 years old -Please god just let us nuke Iran, nothing else matters, I'll do anything please I just want to see burning flesh one last time before I die -Respectable bipartisan
A snake in a crawler robot. The text on the picture reads "From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me."
Top panel: Chief Wiggum from "The Simpsons" saying "let me tell you what I tell everyone else that comes in here, the law is powerless to help you" Bottom panel: Marge Simpson says "I thought you said the law was powerless" To which Chief Wiggum responds "Powerless to help you, not punish you" Now that I have completed alt-text obligations, Mouse says hello.
Tim Robinson saying "I didn't do fucking shit"
Tim Robinson saying "I didn't do fucking shit"
A tuxedo cat named Mouse staring at the camera.
Chicken feather
A picture of Francis Fukuyama with a photoshopped gun pointed toward the observer the caption states "End History, I am not longer asking."
Vash the Stampede
Zohran Mamdani saying "welcome to the transition"
Reddit post from R/nottheonion detailing Charlie Kirk's death by gunshot to the neck followed by another post from r/music featuring the song "Protect Ya Neck" by the Wu-tang Clan.
An explanation of the zwerchhau master cut.
A Tuxedo cat named Mouse looking goofy.
TERF rant about how they got mogged by a doll, and it broke their spirit.
A better formatted picture of the previous post.
Timmy Turner praying to God to let it happen, because it would be so fucking funny.
Map of missile strikes against Israel.
List of countries that were allied to the Nazis.
A list of deportations that occurred u Der Obama (3 million), Trump (1.5 million) and Biden (4.6 million)
A poem titled "I will exhale, and evaporate like dew under the rising sun." By Sunny Daze There it is, the black hole comes back around. Another reminder of my emptiness Another chance blown in the scheme There will be no satisfaction For finding the center of the galaxy Only realization of the devourer Only a token plaything of gods of destruction Obliterating all that once mattered I have no future, only an infinite present I have no presence, only space occupied What I do have is void Coalesced in the heart on my palm A cat-o-nine-tails Embedding barbs in my source of strength Gertrude, Otto, Anastasia, five sisters and of course, my Mary on her cross I have come to realize the lack of value attributed to me, and no matter what I make, none will ever be credited. I have come crawling back to lust for my end. So that the soil can make use of me. Before this black hole in me takes all else. A beautiful life denied the chance to breathe in fledgling lungs. Beautiful children never to be born. Beautiful works gathering dust in the psyche. This life is not one of beauty. It is the march of blood and bone, no matter whose arms I find wrapped around me, They do not strip away the feeling of being alone. The gap between speech becomes once more an observer. Stories told in empty space, words carefully avoided. So as not to disturb the living lies. So that some wonder might remain in the leaps between logic.
Definition of concentration camp.
Wikipedia article on Philistines, literally the Hebrew word for Palestine, that predated the Iron age.
Wikipedia article on Syria Palestina, a hellenic province under Alexander the Great.
Poem title: And When You're Gone, You Won't Be Missed. I watch my cigarette ash down to the filter I breathe in the combusted leaves And I know it's not coming back It was how your skin would push against The subtle bounce of flesh as I tapped it The little noises made when I grabbed hold All so much crackling of ash and tar Ephemeral noise Temporary but bursting Full of stimulus I want to go where the sounds echo into nothingness. Where the vibrations in the air dissipate to. Where everything worthwhile ends up. The origin in search of destination. An end, she beckons A means by which to reach it If but I could burn, Become the dissolving empty. If only I could replicate the fate of sound and never die but dissipate. Like smoke mingling with nigh infinite air. Like noise in a cacophonous sea. Never going away, just becoming too faint to take notice of. Only detected by the junkie smelling his fix on the wind. A few parts per million was always enough to elicit longing in him.
This image depicts several posts made by an Israeli Canadian advocating for mass displacement and spewing racial slurs when cornered. Just an average Tuesday for them, really.
This image depicts an Israeli Canadian going mask off fascist with racial slurs peppered in when they got mad. I do not wish to repeat their slurs in the alt text.
I believe in the divinity of the act of love. I believe in the sanctity of mercy, and that it is the most valuable kindness that has ever been known. I believe that being in a state of compassion for another, to be a source of respite and safety and healing is itself a higher calling. Thus the ultimate divine act of mercy is being able to deliver a swift and painless end. Mercy must guide the hand of every killer. I have found in the grand scheme of things, there will always be the necessity for people to get blood on their hands. The other side of the coin of mercy is being steadfast and swift when stomping a mouse the trap didn't finish the job on. It's putting a bullet in your friends head because his guts are everywhere and he just can't give up and die. It's delivering an end to suffering. There are those whose obligation in this world is to be an arbiter of mercy in all of its forms. I am not an executioner, but to spread the gospel of love, and mercy and compassion as befits a devotee of Guanyin demands honesty in examination. The truth of the universe is contained in the hallowed horror of the killing bite delivered by the teeth of a wolf, and the gentle shepherding of the lambs. It lies in cold, and efficient action as well as sincere, deliberate devotion to love, and peace and understanding. It is in the deliverance from suffering and ignorance, regardless of how painful the truth proves to be. But freedom from ignorance necessitates undergoing suffering, so that one is no longer ignorant to it. And again, a paradox. To know the truth is to suffer for knowing it. Suffering is the only path to freedom from suffering. Aversion to suffering renders one unable to escape it. Escaping suffering requires not wanting to. Not wanting to escape means you will not pursue it. Not pursuing it ensures it won't happen. The only way to make it happen is to make it not happen. 1 = 0
Mr.Krabs playing the world's smallest violin.
A forgotten ideal, from a time when life meant more, more than four on the floor, Designer booze and whores. But really? It couldn't matter less. I'm always occupied by the idea that I should be doing more. But as for what that thing is? I don't know. What is there to hope for? Do I have dreams anymore? It's hard to say, because I don't have dreams that aren't nightmares. Am I supposed to divine meaning from my brain phantasmically attaching leeches to my dream dick? Am I supposed to be inspired by the imagined feeling of a bloodsucking fishing lure wriggling a millimeter below my skin? I should be putting more work into my book, but I'm not. Maybe I just can't, maybe it isn't meant to be finished. Maybe there's no meaning to anything at all. Looking deeper just leads to worse perspectives. The void I fell in love with stays silent. It stays unaware of my presence and refuses to meet my gaze.
Final Fantasy 7
Good Will Hunting
Kung Fu Hustle
Omni-man from the show "Invincible" saying "That's the neat part, you don't."