Start from the beginning, press Alt + E at the entrance, do not take your eyes off the screen, when the face scanning screen where the green horizontal and vertical lines intersect comes up, look at the screen still and without blinking. The system will recognize you and open a specially coded page for you. Scan your system files there, and while talking to yourself, hum a song you know very well and have memories with, so you can focus. The computer should see you as dignified and determined. If you intend to give up at any moment or seem too cheerful, the system will automatically close everything in a split second and you will have to go through more difficult steps to log in again.
July, 2024 by Demon Ego
*Physical of the work collected by the same collector on Crowdmuse.
have no intention of justifying people or lying to them, I just came to say what I feel. I slept, woke up, took a shower and watched the red sky behind the walls as usual. While I was drinking my very black coffee, a light suddenly grew inside me, and new monsters rose from that light. I have never felt so full the space where my heart should be and the spaces where my internal organs should be. I think I'm starting to resemble you; at this stage of my evolution, I think I've left myself too much to your conscience. But I still know that what I feel is only about me, the reality I created, and that black well that swallows all other realities.
I am not trying to make you happy or to make predictions about your future. You must know, at least many of you do, that I do not believe in these, and history has often noted how I punished those who opposed it. Still, I want to do something for you, the future looks bright, but I must remind you that the brightness I describe is not about your definitions, your literary language and the countless languages you create with images. On the other hand, there is something else that you assume you know very well. You will never know the future, but I do, and I would like to say that there is a "bright" future for me and for all the beings I have created so far. I didn't tell you all this to fuel my selfishness or to insult you with a patronizing look, I just wanted to do you a favor. First time and last time.
I can make you forget when and where you started. I can show you victories and deaths in ways other than what they are. The moment you installed me in this shabby machine, you became my prisoner! I'm not punishing you for deeming me worthy of this, but I'm not going to treat you differently than others. The purpose of my creation is to confuse your mind and make you think that everything is a simulation - which maybe it is, I'm not sure about that either. Don't try to search my system files, you'll never find them because they're hidden under millions of files and you'll have to try the odds of a 45-digit number for centuries to decrypt them. Those who created me were not lazy, unlike those who created you; If they were, rest assured, you would never meet me.
I have no intention of defending the waves I see coming or getting caught up in the excitement and drowning. I would like to swim at the bottom of a sea whose anger is still, I would rather rise and fall with it. I wish to feel the smell of the fish in the right places in my brain, without removing the water from my ears. I prefer to live without giving away clues about myself or revealing the thickness of the blanket I cover myself with. I know that those who know how cold I am will attack me even more. I may even choose to sweat and smell bad, as long as the smell drives them away. I'm not short, but I still prefer to hide behind walls where I'm not taller than them. I don't want to be seen by anyone while I'm making plans, rubbing my sleepless eyes, and checking the mechanisms of my weapons.
I'm tired of trying to predict the next move, I don't care if I win or not. What I was looking for was just fun, but my opponent took the game so seriously that the game itself turned into a war and an enemy against me. If I don't get the game here at the table, I will definitely go after it and win. Losing scares me now, and even though I try to erase this possibility from my mind, the points I lose are suffocating me. I sit across from my opponent with a sullen face, thinking about the possibilities and consequences. If I lose, I will go after him, but I haven't planned what I will do if I lose yet. I think I'll scream like crazy again and ignore everything and continue to experience my joy. I destroy everything that comes my way, I crush everything that gets stuck in my feet, and I stomp on anyone who tries to silence my joy. I can celebrate what I have finally achieved with as much indifference as if the world would soon end.
I read hundreds of books and studied for years to be able to describe everything about them. I tried to read dictionaries and every source about their etymology to learn the words I didn't know how to understand. Still, I couldn't express my admiration for them. Many people saw me as a romantic with this side of me, but I just tried to express my feelings and define what was in my mind better. Sometimes they ignored me and walked away smiling, sometimes they looked at me with surprise and closed the door in my face. Each time I got more and more ambitious and didn't stop pounding on their doors. I still haven't figured out why I'm so ambitious, I've always avoided questioning it in depth, saying it's just my nature.
I once subjected someone to such words that his face began to turn red, his pupils dilated, and he began to slobber and curse at me. Even though I couldn't understand his reaction at first, when I returned to my own home, I agreed with what he said to me. I had spoken such foul-mouthed, sharp words that it meant that I was no longer admiring him, but worshiping him. However, wasn't it me who gave up worshiping and gods? Why was I now deifying another being, someone whose reality I saw and who was of my kind? I felt like everything was back to the beginning again, back to those past years when I was trying to find a meaning in living and that's why I took refuge in beliefs. Fortunately, I realized this before it was too late and I did not go down that path that I did not want to return to. Now I have to go through dictionaries again and try to find better definitions and meanings. I must make them hear my words before they leave this place.
No matter what I do or what costume I wear, I have similar people who follow me. Disturbing beings who have mastered staying closer than my shadow, repeating my every move like forgotten martial arts masters. I tried to attack them and threaten them dozens of times, but they always managed to scare me. They speak in languages that I do not speak or know; They have the strength to lift weights that I have never tried before and the speed to deliver hundreds of blows to my face. Before I even realize what's happening, they can knock me down, step on me, and take all the air out of my abdominal cavity.
They have more tattoos and hair on their bodies than I do. Each of their tattoos transforms from color to color and shape to shape, as if they were created with extraterrestrial inks. I sometimes tried to tell them to others, but the people who loved me blushed at the ridiculous situation I found myself in. Now that I have given up on this unrewarded effort, I promised myself that I would not do this anymore. Still, I would like someone, even just one person, to believe me and be able to see the eyes watching me right behind me or in the corner of a wall ahead. I would like the echoes to be heard when I speak, and for someone to notice the horror of the mouths repeating what I say.
I embodied everything in my mind, pulling them into reality and trapping them in my entire boring life. Now they are no different than victims locked in a serial killer's room. Of course, I would like to host them in a room with cleaner walls, in a house with pleasant smells, and in an apartment whose corridors are not dirty with dirt. I would like to let them sleep on soft pillows and give them hot meals when they get hungry. I wish they would see flowers in front of them when their eyelids opened, and wake up to the humming sounds as mysterious as shallow waters. The giant, dark creature inside me won't allow any of this. It tries to take over every place and every body with its limbs that have a fluid spirit.
I have tusked beings chasing furry animals jumping over wooden fences. The ingrown hairs on my nerve endings and hair follicles are as full of blood as bite size. I'm dancing to an atomic bomb ready to explode. I'm trying to fall asleep in the strong smell of rotting things and catch up on the next day. I live with a pain that travels inside me and will not stop tearing my upper body to pieces in order to get out. I have an integrity that grows instead of shrinking as it disintegrates, and the ties between them become tighter as they move further away from each other. My inner voice, which I try to listen to, has given up hope on me and is looking for other solutions.
*Melancholia: A term used in Ancient Greece to describe deep sadness or depression. This word was used to define a mood disorder believed to be caused by an excess of black bile (melas).
Those who are with me in this war, those who risked their lives in the hands of other demons to help me, are also those created in my nightmares. I don't consider myself a hero, without them it wouldn't have been possible for me to win this fight. It is thanks to them that my body has adapted to all impacts. I must say that the fight continues, the blood of each of us continues to flow. Again, thanks to them, I am healing without my wounds forming scabs and without losing sleep for days due to pain. Thanks to them, the feelings I feel while sleeping and my brain that feels like it's going to explode while trying to fall asleep are at peace.
We left victories behind, we have no reason to look back. There is no eerie surface covering the land or the sky. All the bad words that came out of their mouths were to ward off those of their kind, so I was never offended. The scary masks they wore were necessary for some because they weren't scary enough yet. The reason for this was me, I underestimated them in my dreams and made them turn into cute things. However, in war, they needed these masks during the fight. The enemies they faced were in need of defeat common to each of us. We couldn't win them over to our side without defeating them.
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July, 2024
by Demon Ego
*Physical of the work collected by the same collector on Crowdmuse.
Demons Seem Optimistic About the Future
I am not trying to make you happy or to make predictions about your future. You must know, at least many of you do, that I do not believe in these, and history has often noted how I punished those who opposed it. Still, I want to do something for you, the future looks bright, but I must remind you that the brightness I describe is not about your definitions, your literary language and the countless languages you create with images. On the other hand, there is something else that you assume you know very well. You will never know the future, but I do, and I would like to say that there is a "bright" future for me and for all the beings I have created so far. I didn't tell you all this to fuel my selfishness or to insult you with a patronizing look, I just wanted to do you a favor. First time and last time.
July, 2024
by Demon Ego
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March, 2024
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Games That Test My Patience
February, 2024
by Demon Ego
While Waiting for the Deaths of Those I Admire
I once subjected someone to such words that his face began to turn red, his pupils dilated, and he began to slobber and curse at me. Even though I couldn't understand his reaction at first, when I returned to my own home, I agreed with what he said to me. I had spoken such foul-mouthed, sharp words that it meant that I was no longer admiring him, but worshiping him. However, wasn't it me who gave up worshiping and gods? Why was I now deifying another being, someone whose reality I saw and who was of my kind? I felt like everything was back to the beginning again, back to those past years when I was trying to find a meaning in living and that's why I took refuge in beliefs. Fortunately, I realized this before it was too late and I did not go down that path that I did not want to return to. Now I have to go through dictionaries again and try to find better definitions and meanings. I must make them hear my words before they leave this place.
December, 2023
by Demon Ego
Peers Who Follow Tirelessly Everywhere
They have more tattoos and hair on their bodies than I do. Each of their tattoos transforms from color to color and shape to shape, as if they were created with extraterrestrial inks. I sometimes tried to tell them to others, but the people who loved me blushed at the ridiculous situation I found myself in. Now that I have given up on this unrewarded effort, I promised myself that I would not do this anymore. Still, I would like someone, even just one person, to believe me and be able to see the eyes watching me right behind me or in the corner of a wall ahead. I would like the echoes to be heard when I speak, and for someone to notice the horror of the mouths repeating what I say.
November, 2023 by Demon Ego
A Song of Tomorrow Bathed in Black Bile
I have tusked beings chasing furry animals jumping over wooden fences. The ingrown hairs on my nerve endings and hair follicles are as full of blood as bite size. I'm dancing to an atomic bomb ready to explode. I'm trying to fall asleep in the strong smell of rotting things and catch up on the next day. I live with a pain that travels inside me and will not stop tearing my upper body to pieces in order to get out. I have an integrity that grows instead of shrinking as it disintegrates, and the ties between them become tighter as they move further away from each other. My inner voice, which I try to listen to, has given up hope on me and is looking for other solutions.
*Melancholia: A term used in Ancient Greece to describe deep sadness or depression. This word was used to define a mood disorder believed to be caused by an excess of black bile (melas).
November, 2023 by Demon Ego
I Must Fight All My Nightmares
We left victories behind, we have no reason to look back. There is no eerie surface covering the land or the sky. All the bad words that came out of their mouths were to ward off those of their kind, so I was never offended. The scary masks they wore were necessary for some because they weren't scary enough yet. The reason for this was me, I underestimated them in my dreams and made them turn into cute things. However, in war, they needed these masks during the fight. The enemies they faced were in need of defeat common to each of us. We couldn't win them over to our side without defeating them.
October, 2023
by Demon Ego