Zycerak Thread

reported!

 

no please i will do anything

 

too late friend, bye.

 

ZYCERAK UPDATE

art is inconsequential at best, and lethal at worse. anyone who is into art, STOP! I used to be into art. I liked art so much, I decided to go to University in their Art and Design faculty... worst mistake of my life. I wasted my entire life, because this was my only shot at university, and university determines your career, and therefore determines your entire life, so I am so young but wasted my entire life already! I used to be into art, but then I learned the reality of art and no longer feel any enjoyment from it. art contributes nothing of value to any society. we were made to be machines and serve a higher purpose than ourselves. I used to be into art, now I cant stand it! I am forced to create art for my classes... and I hate every second of it! I have a painting midterm in 2 days, I am completely unprepared, and I think I might just kill my professor!

art will teach you nothing about the world, and nothing about yourself. actually, it makes the world far more complicated than it is, and personal identity far more complicated than it is. the meaning of life is to survive and reproduce, and help others survive and reproduce. when the apocolypse comes, what help are artists going to be? they will die cold and alone, and left behind. what we need are doctors, engineers, mathematicians, teachers, tradespeople, and other such professions with tangible benefits. art is a novelty, a toy, and a complete farce. I regret ever creating art. I could have been a doctor! I should have been a doctor... I wasnt thinking rationally.

I thought life was all about feeling good, and optimizing good feelings within yourself... but I neglected the real origins of those good feelings. i thought they came from doing what you want, and having fun. i thought art was fun once, i thought it was fulfilling. but it was a delusion! my contentedness could not last! when i begin to question why, i realize good feelings come from influencing others, shaping society, leaving a positive impact, and selflessly contributing to something greater than yourself. once I learned art doesn't do any of that... I couldn't enjoy it anymore! I could have been a doctor! or an engineer! or a construction worker! anything! but I chose the most pointless and gruelling one of them all. so much work, so little reward. I'm about to go insane!

I can't quit now, because this determines my life! I have to be an artist for the rest of my life because of some spontaneous and irrational decisions I made when I was 17... what a joke! all this suffering and exertion for zero purpose, zero practical life skills, its terrible!

I blame Free Rider HD for it's early role in cultivating my misplaced interest in art. I blame Free Rider HD for normalizing and encouraging artistic expression. every author is a victim of these delusions... I also blame my family and friends for loving and supporting me. I blame them for supporting my interest in art and encouraging me to go into the Art and Design department. from this I learned that you should be verbally and physically abusive to your children if they talk about non-practical things like art. abusing children saves lives!

 

god's not real

 

zycerack is definitely real you blasphemous child!!!1!!!!11!

 

i love me a good zycerak after a long and boring zycerak morning

 

alzheimer

 

wait so how old are you? I'm planning on going to med school, this is just a "fun" game to play on the side.

 

GO TO MED SCHOOL!!! One day you might have to reconstruct my face after getting smashed by a large rock. MY AGE IS ON MY PROFILE!!!!

 

are you married

 

Eryp is my man wife.

 

Happy Valentines Day Eryp

 

W manwife

 

wild

 

ZYCERAK UPDATE

imagine if we had tails and big ears on top of our heads and were super fluffy all over and had maws and paws and fangs and claws, and we howled together at the moon and barked and wagged our tails :3 . well WAKE UP because this is the real world where we have to do work and grind and find meaning. a lack of purpose and meaning is the result of privilege and luxury, objective purpose is finding food, water, reproducing, etc, but when its handed to you, or you are detached from the process of harvesting food, it will seem like actions that lead to the acquiring of food are where the purpose lies. my purpose, right now, is to post this message onto the forums, because eventually I will get food, and I can not prove that posting on forums had no impact on me acquiring the food because the food appears and I do not see it being harvested by my own two hands. our societies are engrained in decoration and distractions from the true essence of life, technological advancements only matter in the field of medicine and everything else is decoration, excess, useless, distracting, deceiving, corrupting, and ultimately, every single person (YES you, and YES me) is completely delusional, because we have strayed so far away from the real essence of living. that is, living for survival. once we had a taste for decoration, we wanted more, and more, and more

right now, my purpose is also to do some research for a class. fudge a research assignment, I don't read, and I don't organize my thoughts, and also, my brain is so fried and I can not form coherent paragraphs, and I can not process and organize the information I obtain cohesively. im skimming, bookmarking articles, writing a couple sentences and then delete them, find more articles, right some more sentences then delete them, and I havent decided a direction or a topic. so in my quest to achieve my active purpose, I went to the forums, here, to warm up my mind, and start writing, and get in the flow of writing from my heart, from my intuition, and let it all out, without doubt, or self censoring, or editing and revising before I even have words out. this research is due monday, and it is thursday right now, which is pretty much friday, and friday is just an extension of the weekend, so its pretty much the end of the weekend and its basically due tomorrow. I have other work due tuesday but its hard to prioritize, because tuesdays work is easier, so im wondering if it would be more productive for me to do that now, instead of sitting at a blank document for hours, and hopefully I can tap into some divine source later

HUMANITY IS DOOMED! NOTHING IS WORTH SAVING! WE ALL NEED TO DIE... NOW!!! IT'S HOPELESS! we are more savage than the wildest of beasts. evil will work its way into any power structure that we can devise. we are doomed to keep repeating this cycle of torment. not unless someone as strong, brave, and smart as me takes charge and leads society to a better future. we just need to cull about 7.5 billion people and rebuild society from scratch. however, because I am the saviour of humankind, I put a lot of pressure on myself and it is my expectation for myself to save humanity. because stress and expectancy are my primary motivators, I will never feel good in my life. every step I take is a failure because it hasnt resulted in me saving humanity. once I save humanity, I will only feel relief, no sense of reward, no nothing. this makes it really hard to motivate myself to save humanity, and even harder to motivate myself to write this research paper, because this research will not save humanity at all. therefore, I have accepted that I will never become the saviour of humanity, and humanity is doomed, so we might as well accept evil into our lives and become the worst people we can be

you can't spell delusion without desire. you can't spell delusion with desire either, you just need a few of the letters. d-e-s-i. desire without delusion is just "re", unless you wanted to use the "e" twice, then it would just be "r". money, cars, featured tracks, VIP forums badge, social status, new headgear, mansion, hoes, all are not true desires. the realest desire is eat, sleep, and sometimes social interaction or sex. after becoming woke, I realized I no longer desire anything, and nothing brings me any sense of joy, except sleeping, and eating. this research paper is my enemy, the enemy of society, and a symbol of the downfall of society, how do I explain that to my professor? my life mission is to be as lazy as possible and sleep as much as possible, but I am severely inhibited by stress and the desire to appeal to others. if I had control over my life, even just a little control over my mind and body, I would choose to sleep and eat all day, my only true desires, and the only true rational and objective desires

right now, my obsession is this research paper, I feel it circling me, consuming me, devouring me whole, I want to run away, escape, hide, do anything to avoid this research paper. I fantasize about taking a giant bat and beating everyone in my life to death because they somehow contributed to this research paper that I have to write. nothing else in the world matters right now except for the research that I have to do and dont want to do. ii can put it off, I have a lot of time to complete it if I dont sleep. the fate of humanity lies on this research paper, since I am the saviour of humanity, and my success is determined by the success of this research paper, because if I fail to complete it, ill probably flunk out of university, be kicked out of my house, and die of a fentanyl overdose on the streets, and humanity will never be saved

 

U ok

 

this has some passion