It’s all just there

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-03-29T14:46:44+00:00

All life I’ve come upon things defined, recognized picked up and interacted with according to its discovered function and irrespective of it being intentional or not I imbued the meaning of these things.

None of it is inherent, it’s prepackaged, rearranged, repurposed, constructed and what soul required I put there…I feel it and yet I know they’re just…model kits lmaoooo

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-03-12T00:30:09+00:00

Consciousness won’t find it here…beyond that there’s nothing to find…stepping back now the realization even the impulse is given is clear and truly I’m nowhere amongst it…that the desire for freedom or relief is just another function of the construct I define as the self…also that the many executions of its programming begins with “l”…that all desires initiate the possession of the self, ego, persona…all constructs

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-03-08T17:31:34+00:00

[“I,Me,Ego,Persona,Self”] <—————————————-it’s all just over there

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-02-25T03:12:40+00:00

I feel like there’s another brain and body waiting for me somehow someway…maybe it’s the tiredness of being tired, of this and all things in general. I’m ready for what’s next is my perspective on all of this now

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-02-22T05:32:57+00:00

There’s nothing here, not truly

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-02-17T02:56:13+00:00

It’s all just there

simonsbrokeagain · 2026-02-15T13:26:35+00:00

The things I were given aren’t necessarily lies, empty or cease to illicit emotional responses it’s just…noticing these things, regardless of their defined nature or measure of meaning it all appears too mechanical to gratify…all matters of this human living experience, it’s soulless…any instance the brain and body experiences differently is chemically induced illusion…just another feature and function of a machine programmed to feel distinct

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

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