a letter to the great Gender-fier

dear ye Gender-fier, conquerer of human spirits and soul expression,

you have brought misery and laid waste to an entire population of incarnated souls upon planet earth. the disappearing of ancient beings and inner freedom has brung you power, at the cost of the very essence of life. i imagine the guilt of causing man not to know thyself is heavy on the chest. perhaps you walk with a hunch, or a frown. deep grooves below where smiles might have creased their passage. i almost feel sorry for you, and then again I absolutely do not, for it was you who forced my infinite self into a tight milk crate designed for bottles of milk.

do i smell like milk to you?

whitewashed society reeks of rot. decay where joy once lived, mold where the explorative nature was stifled. may i ask, was this the desired outcome oh great genderfier?

oh brilliant Binar-ess, have you achieved Nirvana? because ive been left with more questions than answers, and a host of inner voices that once whispered and now scream.

anger where peace may have stayed.

confusion hovering above a quiet knowing. still, like stone. felt, like low frequency resonance beneath the screeching singer. patient like a monk, and calm. one thing cannot be suppressed so forcefully it is forced to disappear, and that is the truth. knocking, swelling, heat rising, cold chilling scissor-like up my spine, wet head, snot drip. the truth batters down the iron door of establishment, trawling the inner flesh in its wake. acknowledge me or perish like your brethren before you. it is not a threat, but an indifferent, apathetic fact. for everything is, and no meaning is assigned to that.

i am nothing if not opposite to my perished brethren before me who were absolutely washed of brain matter. i choose to acknowledge.

i choose to sit through the battle between brain and heart, soul and programming, shadow and light. are not i an innocent victim to the whims of the universes attempt at experiencing itself? i must have asked for this once but i cannot imagine ever doing so with the knowledge of what it’s like. still, i know that experience is my choice, and so i grit the teeth of my thoughts and seal the mouth shut. you will not overwhelm me today with a cloud so thick i cannot stay warm.

everyday i battle, and choose death. death over life without truth.

ye gendermilkcratercreator,

had not you convinced me i was a lie, i wouldn’t have to fight like this. so fck you.

sincerely best,

Voyager