"I only know what I don't know. I can prove it."
- SARDONIC POET
I may have an answer to unwoken truths.
True originality is only designed to titillate yourself (i.e. mental masturbation), so a true artist only has an audience of one (yourself); pray you are not boring. For bipolars, originality is the birthplace of addiction...because addicts are certain their delusions will benefit mankind. Through my gifts as a designer, artist and philosopher I have dissected my mind by documenting the mechanisms responsible for humanity's impulsiveness, spirituality, logic and truth. I believe I have identified a mythology so ravishing it illustrates precisely why humanity is born broken by design; we are born broken. Humans are designed with an unhealthy surplus of audacity, because humans are addicted to the illusion of freewill. Humanity's illusion is their inability to understand what truly exists and resent moral restraints that competes to limit their potential (like a flying buttress...it too has its limits). True restraint has no economy to exploit (it's lack of reward is supposed to be satisfying) , so its practice doesn't deserve the gift of attention or financial success (hence the surplus of audacity to garner such things).
You "If that's the case John, what service do you provide? What do you plan to offer me?"
Me "Simple...I'm going to eloquently explain why humans reject God."
You "Why is that important?"
Me "Because death sorts it out in the end."
You "HA! You're a flake."
Me "Do you doubt God exists, or are you certain God doesn't exist?"
You "I am uncertain."
Me "Doubt is the devil's muse."
You "If that's the case John, what service do you provide? What do you plan to offer me?"
Me "Simple...I'm going to eloquently explain why humans reject God."
You "Why is that important?"
Me "Because death sorts it out in the end."
You "HA! You're a flake."
Me "Do you doubt God exists, or are you certain God doesn't exist?"
You "I am uncertain."
Me "Doubt is the devil's muse."
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I have documented my delusions so vividly, it damaged my brain through a severe mental disorder called psychosis. I know, it sounds cool. However I was compelled to document my ascension into madness for a purpose I believe in. I practice this belief by tickling the fringes of comprehension; as always the only limiting factor was my vanity. Within all of us is a testimony to be certain it will help you love, respect and forgive your limits; yours like my potential, (despite the benefits of creativity) is morally limited. That applause you crave at all cost to your health reveals something predictable:
All these people above achieved success because they figured out how their originality could best exploit the delusions of a mass audience. Their art was a remedy to those who yearned for relief. As great as potential can be...it's limited because you are limited (unless you like brain damage). Do you trust vanity's guarantee your delusions will be adored if only you succeed? In spite of the benefits of creativity when you subscribe to vanity's agenda, your audacity smashes whichever impulse doesn’t serve you best because of the seduction to embrace an infamous path (unbeknownst to you that it's scripted). Vanity exists to vie for your attention because it can jump-start the surplus of audacity (like a defibrillator); to pervert the path that means you no harm. What's the path that means you no harm? A logical celibacy to the truth, and that truth is you reject God with doubt. Correct? I pray that I know nothing. You know not my humour? One's appetite for audacity grows like a fire whom's warmth you've grown addicted to. When your vanity fuels your doubt in God's presence....like fire, your audacity to resent religious morals is GUARANTEED to grow. Everyone is the same because we are one species however, how we arrive to that conclusion is a COMPLETELY unique and fluid expression tethered to a fixed template (I can help you document that template). Your aspirations to be unique, are ironic because no one (who is truly original) surrenders to "conformity" (especially if it's not their idea). Sometimes...irony is ironic. Being unique sucks, because you are destined to be so unique, no one has the desire, stamina, tolerance and courage to understand you (Lord help my wife). What I want (I know) is possible, but what I need (I know) is impossible. You only truly know what you don't know. I can prove it, read my book 'Dis-eased.' You know not my double entendres can be immoral? You are beyond comprehension which is a blessing if you are adored, and curse if you are ignored. You after a while...it feels futile. It's no wonder you are alone and depressed. That's the reason you have to be a good salesman (or sales person)... because without creatively expressing that surplus of audacity you would remain an unseasoned broth of potential. I think you'll find as you familiarize yourself with my content, you'll understand miraculously...what I see shares some common ground with what you see; even though you are so utterly unique, I can understand you. That mutual understanding...that mutual insanity...I believe will enable us to connect our truths to God's truth. Come awwwn, it'll be fun. Come giggle amongst the sheep.
- Steve Jobs
- Bobby Fischer
- Doug Stanhope
- Amy Winehouse
- Ayrton Senna
- Ronnie Coleman
- Chyna
- Bill Hicks
- Hunter S Thompson
- Alexander McQueen
- Freddie Mercury
All these people above achieved success because they figured out how their originality could best exploit the delusions of a mass audience. Their art was a remedy to those who yearned for relief. As great as potential can be...it's limited because you are limited (unless you like brain damage). Do you trust vanity's guarantee your delusions will be adored if only you succeed? In spite of the benefits of creativity when you subscribe to vanity's agenda, your audacity smashes whichever impulse doesn’t serve you best because of the seduction to embrace an infamous path (unbeknownst to you that it's scripted). Vanity exists to vie for your attention because it can jump-start the surplus of audacity (like a defibrillator); to pervert the path that means you no harm. What's the path that means you no harm? A logical celibacy to the truth, and that truth is you reject God with doubt. Correct? I pray that I know nothing. You know not my humour? One's appetite for audacity grows like a fire whom's warmth you've grown addicted to. When your vanity fuels your doubt in God's presence....like fire, your audacity to resent religious morals is GUARANTEED to grow. Everyone is the same because we are one species however, how we arrive to that conclusion is a COMPLETELY unique and fluid expression tethered to a fixed template (I can help you document that template). Your aspirations to be unique, are ironic because no one (who is truly original) surrenders to "conformity" (especially if it's not their idea). Sometimes...irony is ironic. Being unique sucks, because you are destined to be so unique, no one has the desire, stamina, tolerance and courage to understand you (Lord help my wife). What I want (I know) is possible, but what I need (I know) is impossible. You only truly know what you don't know. I can prove it, read my book 'Dis-eased.' You know not my double entendres can be immoral? You are beyond comprehension which is a blessing if you are adored, and curse if you are ignored. You after a while...it feels futile. It's no wonder you are alone and depressed. That's the reason you have to be a good salesman (or sales person)... because without creatively expressing that surplus of audacity you would remain an unseasoned broth of potential. I think you'll find as you familiarize yourself with my content, you'll understand miraculously...what I see shares some common ground with what you see; even though you are so utterly unique, I can understand you. That mutual understanding...that mutual insanity...I believe will enable us to connect our truths to God's truth. Come awwwn, it'll be fun. Come giggle amongst the sheep.
"You don't even know what you're thinking until it's thought for you."
- SARDONIC POET
Look...how do you arrive at the number "two?" 1+1? 4-2?
The equation to equal the number "two" (like your truth) can be as simple or as thorough as your insanity will allow. As long as the answer is always correct, "2"...you can hunt for validation no matter how coincidental, ridiculous and unsustainable your equation is when exercised beyond absurdity. If this sounds scary to you it's because you have reservations. Believe what you know is scripted. I survived psychosis because it was like...a fallible being becoming an idol that could do no wrong, and it almost cost me my everything. God (like you) has no free will...because (unlike you) God can never be wrong (God represents 2). Is that simple enough for you to understand? If not? Then talk to me so I can help you understand why you are attracted to oblivion. For bipolars...it's just too much torture to conform while your enemies compete to steer your life by chipping away at your enthusiasm. That's where I come into your equation because my truth is an equation that is so ludicrously thorough...it explains in plain English "Why do I reject God?" I believe my potential (through psychosis) expanded my mind so much, it tore loose God's holy grasp (for a moment). I used to sit beside my own fear offering it alcohol like...a bum dribbling vomit. But now with God's help...I hunt the fire to survive. I hunt fire. The part of me (that resents religious morality) is addicted to the anticipation of something rewarding the more creatively I think it earns God's displeasure. You surrender to sin so simply because it's the most predictable way to be different (like being a rebel). To be vain, is to oppose a religious morality that limits your potential when it resorts to infamy to succeed; without the proper attention blah blah blah. Religion limits your potential because your potential is limited; unless you like brain damage...I dunno God bless? It's ok to be the same as everyone else. I want to create a community for people to feel understood and relish for once what they used to despise: Community. You think you despise conformity, but really you are rejecting a community that truly understands you. Why do you think the weather is a popular topic? It affects the community. No one says this about the weather, "It affects the conformity," not unless you say it with a robotic accent.
True diversity exists in the mind, and aren't you tired of embracing diverse thought? You are powerful, and dense, and merciless and compulsive. Like me you hunt for evidence of your vanity every day (like running into the fire), and your only hope is to extinguish it with the help from a community. I am a Liberal person who conquers his doubt in God everyday. God is really funny. I wager my originality will resonate with a niche audience. I will never claim to know God, but I sure-as-shit know...you can perfectly understand every word I say. Hello...my name is John and I dare to know. Nice to meet you. What's your name? Nevermind I have a shite memory.
This is my resume, and my service is free to the middle class.
Start by watching this free videobook I created called 'Dis-eased,' (it'll twist your tits purple). If you have questions feel free to contact me @ john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com
True diversity exists in the mind, and aren't you tired of embracing diverse thought? You are powerful, and dense, and merciless and compulsive. Like me you hunt for evidence of your vanity every day (like running into the fire), and your only hope is to extinguish it with the help from a community. I am a Liberal person who conquers his doubt in God everyday. God is really funny. I wager my originality will resonate with a niche audience. I will never claim to know God, but I sure-as-shit know...you can perfectly understand every word I say. Hello...my name is John and I dare to know. Nice to meet you. What's your name? Nevermind I have a shite memory.
This is my resume, and my service is free to the middle class.
Start by watching this free videobook I created called 'Dis-eased,' (it'll twist your tits purple). If you have questions feel free to contact me @ john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com
Author, Artist, and Professional Thinker.
I have many different personas to help categorize my work ranging from humor to philosophy. I am reality's student and I dare to know why I reject God.
416-540-6737
john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com
416-540-6737
john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com