by Missy Jubilee
Missy Jubilee’s 195th film CAM WHORE’ is a film about obsession, and deals made with the Devil that can’t be renegotiated
The essence of God is truth, and He defines Himself as: ‘I am the One’
The essence of the Devil is the lie, and he defines himself as: ‘I am who I am not.
In between truth and lie is ablush with need, and it floats out a window in a pentatonic key.
It’s like listening to yourself breathe.
Reconciliation through dialogue is the only way back to a reality, where the sense of self is sane, and it allows you to live in some kind of unity with the present .
I smile a wry smile and thank the Devil.
For whatever creativity I seem to have.
An insider joke for Nihilists
What I learned today was what I already knew.
Life keeps moving and it doesn’t matter to anyone, but me, how I feel about any of it.
Quite ridiculous of me to fall into a trap made by myself when I know I know so little about anything and nothing.
The crux of it is that the onus is upon me.
Me, the one with these odd things called emotions, which depend so heavily on “self talk”
I will get to the bottom of this phenomenon eventually, and regain my place seated on a bucket of ice with a clear mind.
Ultimately, nothing has meaning, other than what we choose to afford it.
Dark psychology is pure cocaine to anyone that practices it well
Interrogators practice it when they need to extract information.
It is science based mind-fucking at its absolute best.
Given the right tools, that being the art of bullshit, you can convince anyone of just about anything including being guilty of a crime they didn’t commit.
In that field of study there is no such thing as a lie, only a failure to provide opposition to the narrative.
It serves to make life on earth more difficult than it need be.
The ability to create is as natural as breathing.
Finding a way to convey it is another kettle of fish.
Some seem born with ridiculous gifts, perfect pitch, visions and steady hands to reproduce them.
Then there is the scribbler that either understands what the nature of life is, or they live in it – and they find the confidence to just try and say it in their own unique way.
Thoughts are there darting around, multi tasking, keeping the whole organism moving towards the perceived finish line
Thoughts one would only share with the best of friends. A friend who would never judge the action but help you understand the motivations.
That unconditional relationship is a tall order, and requires a person comfortable enough to listen to redemptive confessions that are way the fuck beyond a wet dream.