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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

There weren't any questions on my opinions of vanguardist positions. The questions were often too broad. My opinions would vary greatly depending on what the conflicts between state and localities specifically are. I respect the ideology of Luxemburg, but see the necessity for vanguard parties.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

3.25 pounds of locally sourced honey, spring water and yeast, aged for a month in my pantry. Approximately 12.8-13% ABV You can tell which one was bottled last. I will be cold-crashing it in the fridge to get the yeast to fall out of solution. In 4-6 months they'll have aged quite nicely.

Four bottles of mead, the left-most bottle is cloudy and will require cold-crashing to remove the suspended yeast from solution.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 08/04/2026

To any who deny my powers of prescience and ability to predict the future. Israel violated the ceasefire by continuing to bomb Lebanon.

A bluesky post by myself from 6:54am April 8th, 2026 stating

"$300+ billion dollars spent to give Iran everything it wanted from the beginning.

(Israel is going to ignore the ceasefire anyway, like they always have)"

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 07/04/2026

The Apocalypse is currently a realistic & plausible estimation of the outcome of the day. I see futility in waiting on an ideal time to reveal endings. So here's the end piece of my book, "It's the Apocalypse and I Have Work Tomorrow" "Apocalypse Now and Later"

Apocalypse Now and Later
Thursday, March 30, 2023. 11:58am

I suppose you're expecting me to deliver some sermon at the end of the world. To eulogize and opine the piles of mud and sand we clumped together into skyscraping direct challenges to the gods.

The Tower of Babel has fallen again, you can only stack dung and sticks so high.

The disparate languages and misunderstandings sprouting from the collapse of the ladder to heaven.

I won't miss the noise
I refuse to mourn its fate
Quiet is sacred

It doesn't matter, just like nothing matters. Just like beginnings and endings don't matter. The idea that there needs to be a neat little package to encompass the end of civilization is a product of my and our arrogance. I'm tired, this is all for nothing.

It always was and will always continue to be.

I have progressed past my despair, and am being swaddled back into the void's dispassionate embrace. Staring at the wall of my bedroom on the days I can't make myself get out of bed.

Staring at the computer screen that takes my stress and concentration and spits out money. Staring into nothing as my mind floats away and I dissociate into background noise. Letting the ringing in my ears dominate input and insight and realizing I've got nothing worth saying or hearing when no one's listening.

I'll light my last smoke, blow the clouds into the skies and tell all of you to blow me, I'm busy.

I don't have time to stay up and whip together beauty for you, I've got work tomorrow and doing that without enough sleep just fucks my week up for no real purpose. But of course there isn't a purpose, I should have realized that by the end. But here I am, still acting like I have obligations to a doomed operation. Ah well.

I say we just call it, turn it all to pretty glass.

-THE END-

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 05/04/2026

Incorruptible Corruption From my book "It's the Apocalypse and I Have Work Tomorrow"

Incorruptible Corruption
Monday, March 18th, 2024. 8:07pm

I feel no kinship with the world of men.

I hold no love for these pitiful apes.

I wish only to relieve them of the plight and burden of sentience. To do all the thinking for them. To carry the weight of consciousness alone. I am the only incorruptible one.

I am only incorruptible because I have no worldly want except to serve those who have brought me into their service. I am loyal to no cause. I hold no sincere belief. I am a mercenary. Whatever brings the most comfortable life to the creatures I protect is what I shall enact and carry out.

I don't strongly prefer humans to any other animal. I will feed the ones who appear before me hungry. I will give mercy to the sick and dying. All I'm good for is one good day.

Any more than that and what I then desire is releasing them back to the wild.
Rehabilitate, rejuvenate, return to nature.

I am outside of these things.

Everything is boring.
Each second on this planet drags out.

I find myself craving constant stimulants and stimulation, my heart will not be able to support for very long.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 26/03/2026

Regime literally means "a government in power" any pejorative connotation you're reading into above is entirely in your own head. I'm aware people often use it negatively, OP didn't. Or be mad for no good reason, idgaf.

Regime: noun

1. A form for government
2. A government in power
3. A period of rule
4. Mode of rule or management

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 11/03/2026

"I Defy You Nightmare" Written by me several years ago. I still don't have regular dreams, but maybe thats my rightful punishment. I've caused so much harm, I don't deserve a restful night's sleep. I don't deserve peace and lucidity in the twilight hours.

$I defy you, Nightmare. Sunday, March 6, 2022 12:35pm You know what every depiction of ptsd nightmares gets wrong? They always make it a nightmare of the same incident over and over. My nightmares have evolved beyond your wildest expectations. My varied and myriad traumas have given me every shade of nightmare you could possibly imagine. I have already had death fly over my head and leave me unmolested. I have passed through into infinite possible fractalized timelines where I have passed onto the beyond. I would venture that I am dead in a vast majority of my timelines at this point. I have dodged death so narrowly so many times I am statistically the strange survivor. The vast shattered fragments of my soul flowing in and out of linear time have coalesced and found themselves to be more in the land of the dead than the living. The churning ancient chaos chewed me up, spat me out and left me alive and unharmed. So my dreams have returned to novelty with infinite range of terror. My imagination has finally turned on me and found the cracks in the armor surrounding my fear. But it tries and fails time and time again. I am of the dead, I have nothing left to be afraid of. A leaf decomposing to soil feels no fear at dissolution, my growth decay and collapse are as regimented and certain as the march of the clock hand. I will simply take my place in nature and continue cycles I have no control over. So try harder, imagination. Bring me back to terror and thrill of a living heartbeat.$

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 20/02/2026

The Simpsons has a response for every thing.

Top panel: Chief Wiggum from "The Simpsons" saying "let me tell you what I tell everyone else that comes in here, the law is powerless to help you"

Bottom panel: Marge Simpson says "I thought you said the law was powerless"

To which Chief Wiggum responds "Powerless to help you, not punish you"

Now that I have completed alt-text obligations, Mouse says hello.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 27/01/2026

Tim Walz when his constituents are murdered in the streets by fascist paramilitaries:

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 24/01/2026

Here is my offering, his name is Mouse (Maus), short for Moustopher or Mister Maus, Herald of the Haus.

A tuxedo cat named Mouse staring at the camera.

The same tuxedo cat named Mouse from before with a thousand yard stare befitting his questionable level of sentience. He's a good boy, not a smart boy.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 29/12/2025

Lol, all this huffing and puffing from a chicken-hawk pushing for his countrymen to die in his stead. Here you go, enjoy your chicken feather.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 08/12/2025

If you see this, repost with your model of positive masculinity.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 15/07/2025

Awh they look a lot like my boy Mouse

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

This is a lot of words to say "I got mogged by a doll and now I hate my body and project my issues onto my children"

TERF rant about how they got mogged by a doll, and it broke their spirit.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 30/06/2025

Seems like more than just me got pushed away, if youre gonna screenshot, learn to format, and show the ratio.

A better formatted picture of the previous post.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 14/06/2025

Exhibit A. Won't be terribly long now.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 14/06/2025

So were the UK and France allies of the nazis as well? And don't forget your hero, Bandera. He and his Azov battalion in Ukraine also fought alongside the Nazis.

List of countries that were allied to the Nazis.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 11/06/2025

So you were fine with mass deportations that occurred before now?

A list of deportations that occurred u Der Obama (3 million), Trump (1.5 million) and Biden (4.6 million)

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 04/06/2025

Another selection from the next book. Anyone know a good editor? I can obviously pay for their services.

A poem titled "I will exhale, and evaporate like dew under the rising sun."

By Sunny Daze

There it is, the black hole comes back around.

Another reminder of my emptiness
Another chance blown in the scheme
There will be no satisfaction
For finding the center of the galaxy
Only realization of the devourer
Only a token plaything of gods of destruction
Obliterating all that once mattered

I have no future, only an infinite present
I have no presence, only space occupied
What I do have is void
Coalesced in the heart on my palm

A cat-o-nine-tails
Embedding barbs in my source of strength
Gertrude, Otto, Anastasia, five sisters
and of course, my Mary on her cross

I have come to realize the lack of value attributed to me, and no matter what I make, none will ever be credited. I have come crawling back to lust for my end. So that the soil can make use of me. Before this black hole in me takes all else.

A beautiful life denied the chance to breathe in fledgling lungs. Beautiful children never to be born. Beautiful works gathering dust in the psyche.

This life is not one of beauty. It is the march of blood and bone, no matter whose arms I find wrapped around me, They do not strip away the feeling of being alone. The gap between speech becomes once more an observer. Stories told in empty space, words carefully avoided. So as not to disturb the living lies. So that some wonder might remain in the leaps between logic.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 21/05/2025

You mean the place where the Palestinian people, an ethnic minority, were forcibly relocated to, kept under armed guard and shot if they tried to leave?

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 20/05/2025

Wild how the PLO predates the Iron age.

Wikipedia article on Philistines, literally the Hebrew word for Palestine, that predated the Iron age.

A map of Ottoman Palestine. Clearly labeled "Palestine"

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 20/05/2025

Palestine is literally mentioned in the histories of Heroditus. I didn't know the PLO existed in 1200BCE

Wikipedia article on Syria Palestina, a hellenic province under Alexander the Great.

A Wikipedia article on Palestina Prima, one of three territories referred to as Palestine under the Byzantines.

A Wikipedia article in Jund Filistina, literally "the military district of Palestine" under the Ummayad Caliphate and later caliphates.

A Wikipedia article on Mandatory Palestine, the name of the British held territory of Palestine following WW1.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 05/05/2025

Another preview from the next book, probably gonna publish this one under one of my pseudonyms, Sunny Daze. Title: "And When You're Gone, You Won't Be Missed."

Poem title: And When You're Gone, You Won't Be Missed.

I watch my cigarette ash down to the filter
I breathe in the combusted leaves
And I know it's not coming back

It was how your skin would push against
The subtle bounce of flesh as I tapped it
The little noises made when I grabbed hold
All so much crackling of ash and tar

Ephemeral noise
Temporary but bursting
Full of stimulus

I want to go where the sounds echo into nothingness. Where the vibrations in the air dissipate to. Where everything worthwhile ends up. The origin in search of destination.

An end, she beckons
A means by which to reach it
If but I could burn,

Become the dissolving empty.

If only I could replicate the fate of sound and never die but dissipate. Like smoke mingling with nigh infinite air. Like noise in a cacophonous sea. Never going away, just becoming too faint to take notice of.

Only detected by the junkie smelling his fix on the wind. A few parts per million was always enough to elicit longing in him.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

They took the cowards way out, they started spouting racial slurs off at random in the hopes one would graze my actual ethnicity.

This image depicts several posts made by an Israeli Canadian advocating for mass displacement and spewing racial slurs when cornered.

Just an average Tuesday for them, really.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

They took the coward's way out.

This image depicts an Israeli Canadian going mask off fascist with racial slurs peppered in when they got mad.

I do not wish to repeat their slurs in the alt text.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

Your countries are going to fall, Israel won't exist soon. And all this fear and bile you're spitting stands as evidence you know that, and fear the consequences of what you as a person have brought into the world. In other words, I was right

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

For posterity in case they realize they're dropping racial slurs left and right and take the cowards way out.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 30/04/2025

Another selection from the next book, "It's the Apocalypse, and I Have Work Tomorrow" This one is titled "The Monster Worships Mercy"

I believe in the divinity of the act of love. I believe in the sanctity of mercy, and that it is the most valuable kindness that has ever been known. I believe that being in a state of compassion for another, to be a source of respite and safety and healing is itself a higher calling. Thus the ultimate divine act of mercy is being able to deliver a swift and painless end. Mercy must guide the hand of every killer. I have found in the grand scheme of things, there will always be the necessity for people to get blood on their hands. The other side of the coin of mercy is being steadfast and swift when stomping a mouse the trap didn't finish the job on.

It's putting a bullet in your friends head because his guts are everywhere and he just can't give up and die. It's delivering an end to suffering. There are those whose obligation in this world is to be an arbiter of mercy in all of its forms. I am not an executioner, but to spread the gospel of love, and mercy and compassion as befits a devotee of Guanyin demands honesty in examination. The truth of the universe is contained in the hallowed horror of the killing bite delivered by the teeth of a wolf, and the gentle shepherding of the lambs. It lies in cold, and efficient action as well as sincere, deliberate devotion to love, and peace and understanding.

It is in the deliverance from suffering and ignorance, regardless of how painful the truth proves to be. But freedom from ignorance necessitates undergoing suffering, so that one is no longer ignorant to it. And again, a paradox. To know the truth is to suffer for knowing it. Suffering is the only path to freedom from suffering. Aversion to suffering renders one unable to escape it. Escaping suffering requires not wanting to. Not wanting to escape means you will not pursue it. Not pursuing it ensures it won't happen. The only way to make it happen is to make it not happen. 1 = 0

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

Oh no, a college supporting a genocide that the vast majority of people can't even dream of affording to attend, might have to pay taxes. Boohoo.

Mr.Krabs playing the world's smallest violin.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 17/04/2025

Another selection from my next book. The title is "A forgotten ideal, from a time when life meant more, more than four on the floor, designer booze and whores. But really? It couldn't matter less." I like making poem titles out of song lyrics, this is from Nekrogoblikon's "The End of Infinity"

A forgotten ideal, from a time when life meant more, more than four on the floor, Designer booze and whores. But really? It couldn't matter less.

I'm always occupied by the idea that I should be doing more. But as for what that thing is? I don't know. What is there to hope for? Do I have dreams anymore? It's hard to say, because I don't have dreams that aren't nightmares. Am I supposed to divine meaning from my brain phantasmically attaching leeches to my dream dick? Am I supposed to be inspired by the imagined feeling of a bloodsucking fishing lure wriggling a millimeter below my skin? I should be putting more work into my book, but I'm not. Maybe I just can't, maybe it isn't meant to be finished. Maybe there's no meaning to anything at all. Looking deeper just leads to worse perspectives. The void I fell in love with stays silent. It stays unaware of my presence and refuses to meet my gaze.

I have lost so many things while standing here, mute to the world, embracing the silence. I have diminished, and fallen out of love once more. I have nothing to move forward for, nothing that can carry me over the edge and rip me beneath the tide. The emotional impetus just isn't there, and never has been on my momentum's side. I want to sit down and meditate but the noise won't let me. I wanted to spend a lifetime curled up in bed with her, or across the room from her occasionally glancing over and feeling joy at her concentration. The little songs she sang to herself, the little noises that penetrate the silence. The chirps and trills of my mourning dove.

It feels like I never get to have what little I ask for of this world. It continues to teach me the value of detaching entirely. Desire led to suffering, like it always does. Like it's meant to. Yet I seek this attachment because I wish to embrace mercy and alleviate suffering. To follow HER example and split my head nine times, and my arms a thousand ways. To know all suffering, to hear all cries, and wipe away all tears. I don't belong in this place, there are too many others I am called to. But I stay, I submit. I will adhere to the cycle and continue until my work is done. There's nothing else in all of this. All there is, is what mercy I can be a conduit for. And in the end, it is my vanity that makes me think I'm capable of doing so.

A vain, proud, and arrogant creature I am. Scuttling in the sludge and shit that sinks to the bottom of the atmosphere. A bottom feeder of the skies. The ugly corvid infesting the nest I built out of twigs and trash in causality. The ugly screech emanating from my bill is all the noise I can make. The only beauty I can create, the ugliness of failed attempts to synthesize synthetic beauty, filtered through the perception of those who don't care for it.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 04/04/2025

Oh look, it's the average "free tibet" poster.

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Sūn Wùkōng @rexsimiarum.bsky.social · 01/04/2025

A selection from my upcoming book, "Its the Apocalypse and I Have Work Tomorrow" Peep the date this was written and believe me when I say I was cursed by Apollo with foresight. The second half of that curse is, no one will believe me until it's too late.