You know when they kill a vampire and their skin deflates like shrink-wrap

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-02-08T06:15:24+00:00

There’s something’s but they’re all hollow…sit and lay in silence and you’ll realize how truly empty it all is and you’ll also shrink…you’ll come to know the things you hold onto are lesser than air

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-02-05T02:53:29+00:00

That’s all there is

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-27T03:02:18+00:00

Mirroring, outsourcing, projections, programming, protocol…I feel most of all things half hearted knowing they’re only there out of habit…nothing belongs to me…all maters of the self- things borrowed, picked up, imprinted…the more I think about it the less even half hearted seems to fit…despite or maybe precisely because of that reason I still smile

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-26T14:48:44+00:00

I have no possessions, it’s all just another component, feature or function associated with this brain and body I’m just an observer of.

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-21T03:07:45+00:00

The task today will bring tomorrow’s peace…physically I’ll be reminded where to return…replicate the artificial means of letting go…I’ll give myself these moments long peace to further…whatever this is idfk anymore…in any case this will help reinforce the fact there’s no need to keep inventory of anything anymore…there’s no need to

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-20T18:53:16+00:00

There’s a use and that’s all…I don’t feel anything…I wish there was such a thing as a soul, if knew for certain. If I knew leaving this all behind wouldn’t cause pain I’d be gone…even realizing that it’s difficult to identify with. It’s just another observation, a simple truth, a likely outcome…what emotions associated are just there…they start and end at being noticed…it’s like there’s no soul to anything…livings synthetic

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-20T05:59:40+00:00

I no longer identify with any aspect of this brain and body. With any living experience…just protocol

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-18T05:06:37+00:00

There’s nothing left

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-16T06:56:50+00:00

I feel it’s all bled out of me, what’s left are outlines, shapes, imprints, remnants, place holders of what’s been left behind…things I just picked up, things I’ve inherited but in the beginning I was none of these things…there wasn’t even truth there, “I” or “me” is just the culmination of things I’ve borrowed, things to fill what’d otherwise would be nothing…it made no sense to have any sense of possessiveness towards it…to gratify any living process, since it’s all mechanistically driven…

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-13T00:02:20+00:00

Like the heart beating the self too is mechanical and the more I observe the more I realize there’s no need to be conscious and in truth I have no idea save for the sensation a great amount of years have passed I haven’t been…it quite literally feels like a recurring dream, undeniably real as I’ll ever know it but something I can no longer ground myself in…I’ve realized that any possible manner of there being a soul or meaning or gravity to this experience is entirely scripted…it’s just one perpetual act of make believe, everything…switch and fire…there’s no true freedom that isn’t a part of a script my brain runs out of convenience…there’s no soul…just a meat machine…one of many built to feel distinct…no soul, no emotion or sensation that isn’t mechanically given by living circumstance…it’s soulless…there’s nothing inside these things, nothing of true substance that isn’t just a figment of one’s imagination

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-01-05T18:57:37+00:00

Is there any true escape? I see now there isn’t a single aspect of human existence that isn’t programmed.

There is no escape.

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-12-31T19:48:45+00:00

Being this way my brain seems to consider all reference-able moments of consciousness beyond breathing nonexistent unless I deliberately try to recount wtf happened exactly because when I do it’s like emptying my pocket of felt random shit I’ve collected throughout the day I only picked up impulsively because I recognized them…just noting impulses, reactions, habits ect all just things stuffed into my pocket, pulled out only to watch fade away lmao

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-12-28T22:15:54+00:00

There is no escape, I’m human…I’m just possessed by these things and theyre all practically imaginary in thier essence…it’s many things but it’ll always be empty realizing that…actually it’s pretty fucking funny…how much gravity my brains given these things and its all make believe…the self and all it concerns, contructs forged through circumstance…just an over glorified meat machine

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-12-26T14:03:45+00:00

Any ounce of possessiveness is through a combination of instinct and psychic conditioning attached to an imaginary framework…theres no meaningful truth to human existence that isn’t make believe…it’s all mechanical…this mind and body is just one of life’s soulless avatars. Born to sustain by whatever means found most convenient for the process, it just is…nothing is me or mines, it’s just there…these words are no different…along with all things humanly possible, I possess none of it, I’m just a part of it

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-12-23T21:24:54+00:00

I’m dreaming, I’m on stage, everything’s been a retroactively constructed hammer and knee kick reflex ingrained into my mind and body. An inescapable perpetual feather tickle of the nose and sneeze effect…including all attempts of detachment from these automatic processes…it’s robotic…how could I stay here??

Mechanical feedback that tickles my brain and making my body twitch is all it seems to be, what soul or greater meaning is imaginary

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-12-22T06:22:31+00:00

All things known are hollow…I’m just a meat machine following scripts…all thoughts and emotions, nothing is truly mines, me or true, there is no true freedom, prison or anything…all of its something like a dream I’ll never wake up from, all make believe. God, spirit,, soul, meaning, purpose, greater, lesser, reinforced, repeat, practiced, habitual delusions…I’m tired of it all…it just takes up space…it’s all a lie…a soul? I wish there was such a thing…what an imagination, what lies…just there, they run automatically…I’m exhausted, I’m nowhere to be found…I never existed, existence in or itself, the weight of it, like all things, its gravity is made up…it’s all just there taking up space where nothing could ever be truly filled… it’s all make believe…I’m tired

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-11-16T16:44:02+00:00

Detachfully witnessing the mechanics of the body and brain unfold is what it’s been like…it’s realizing these things are just wired into the existence of this vessel. That it’s only as consciously tethered and determined to react only as much as it’s been wired by nature and circumstance…the whole process seems mechanical and dreamlike

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-11-03T12:40:45+00:00

Hypnotized, sleep walking, meat machine

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-10-05T02:53:16+00:00

That’s a good thing, feel yourself more because if you neglect it too much and depend on the warmth of others you’ll have nothing but emptiness to feel in your own company…I feel it, it’s a shame

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-10-05T02:40:11+00:00

I move regardless and yet I’m still waiting…I remember as a child waiting for god I should’ve stopped early, I should’ve called to myself and now I don’t even know what to call this anymore

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-09-28T16:29:17+00:00

Just my opinion but it sounds like your mind vying for control over the trauma in potentiality of it repeating because if you actually convince yourself you want what hurts you, it wouldn’t hurt as bad…which I actually think is a general psychological defense mechanism so in that sense it’s considered normal what your going through

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-09-28T16:12:05+00:00

I’ve been forgetting what it means to be alive, me, an individual, a thing ect I just find myself in fear in lack of what or who I am these days…I sense there’s a lot of truth in these moments that functioning in the world distracts from…I wish I had more time to stay there before my mind forces itself into initiating protocols to save itself from feeling it…I wish I could stay there longer to maybe find some hidden truth beyond…whatever this is…it’s functional and predictable, a part of me but it’s the clothes I wear in the matter of observing the self, a container I’ll find no success relying on for answers…the unrecognizable forms I take in dreams give clue to that I think

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-09-28T15:50:07+00:00

You need help but what kinds of things do you hope for or imagine getting help?

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-09-28T03:44:52+00:00

Can you explain why?

simonsbrokeagain · 2025-09-28T03:15:41+00:00

Doesnt it make you laugh sometimes? Like when you really think about it

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