Dangerously based

[Anonymous No.16285280]

"I wiped the blade against my jeans and walked into the bar. It was mid-afternoon, very hot and still. The bar was deserted. I ordered a whiskey. The barman looked at the blood and asked:

‘God?’

‘Yeah.’

‘S’pose it’s time someone finished that hypocritical little punk, always bragging about his old man’s power…’

He smiled crookedly, insinuatingly, a slight nausea shuddered through me. I replied weakly:

‘It was kind of sick, he didn’t fight back or anything, just kept trying to touch me and shit, like one of those dogs that try to fuck your leg. Something in me snapped, the whingeing had ground me down too low. I really hated that sanctimonious little creep.’

‘So you snuffed him?’

‘Yeah, I’ve killed him, knifed the life out of him, once I started I got frenzied, it was an ecstasy, I never knew I could hate so much.’

I felt very calm, slightly light-headed. The whisky tasted good, vaporizing in my throat. We were silent for a few moments. The barman looked at me levelly, the edge of his eyes twitching slightly with anxiety:

There’ll be trouble though, don’tcha think?’

‘I don’t give a shit, the threats are all used up, I just don’t give a shit.’

‘You know what they say about his old man? Ruthless bastard they say. Cruel…’

‘I just hope I’ve hurt him, if he even exists.’

‘Woulden wanna cross him merself,’ he muttered.

I wanted to say ‘yeah, well that’s where we differ’, but the energy for it wasn’t there. The fan rotated languidly, casting spidery shadows across the room. We sat in silence a little longer. The barman broke first:

‘So God’s dead?’

‘If that’s who he was. That fucking kid lied all the time. I just hope it’s true this time.’

The barman worked at one of his teeth with his tongue, uneasily:

‘It’s kindova big crime though, isn’t it? You know how it is, when one of the cops goes down and everything’s dropped ’til they find the guy who did it. I mean, you’re not just breaking a law, your breaking LAW.’

I scraped my finger along my jeans, and suspended it over the bar, so that a thick clot of blood fell down into my whisky, and dissolved. I smiled:

‘Maybe it’s a big crime,’ I mused vaguely ‘but maybe it’s nothing at all…’ ‘…and we have killed him’ writes Nietzsche, but—destituted of community—I crave a little time with him on my own.

In perfect communion I lick the dagger foamed with God’s blood."

-Nick Land

[Anonymous No.16285340]

>>16285280
Oi m8!

[Anonymous No.16285554]

>>16285280
That's Vinny Vinesauce right?

[Anonymous No.16285575]

>>16285280
>Nick Land
into the garbage it goes

[Anonymous No.16285580]

>>16285575
Have sex

[Anonymous No.16285667]

If I had OCD seeing the same post every 3 weeks would give me sever anxiety. Good thing I don't

[Anonymous No.16285671]

>>16285580
No

[Anonymous No.16285672]

>>16285280
Boring, old hat

[Anonymous No.16285716]

>>16285280
this is some edgy fucking shit

[Anonymous No.16285880]

First time I read this I thought it was just something some anon wrote, when i found out THE Nick Land wrote it, it assured id never read anything of his ever again.

[Anonymous No.16286187]

>>16285280
Ugh cringe. No wonder he wrote in meaningless verbal anagram for so long; any comprehensible prose would immediately alert you to his pedestrianism and juvenility. I am embarrassed to have read that

[Anonymous No.16286199]

What was that quote from that redditor about killing or taking revenge against God?

[Anonymous No.16286365]

>>16286199
Only one enemy remained, two if you counted god

[Anonymous No.16286875]

>>16286365
kek, thanks

[Anonymous No.16286935]

I used to think stuff like this was the coolest thing ever
Now I see how utterly childish it is, reminds me of the Satanic Bible

[Anonymous No.16286958]

>>16286935
Based

[Anonymous No.16287378]

>>16285280
Soi Land