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What the fuck is wrong with me? One moment I’m crying about a love I fumbled, the next I’m convinced this whole fucken life matrix is glitched, and I’m drowning in existential dread. Holy fucken MACKEREL—like how?

Why am I even thinking of this shit? Like how does this make me better? Improve me? Fuck it, brew time!!! Sit down, broskis and broruckas, let’s tear some “universal laws” apart.

People love talking about universal laws. Cause and Effect, Polarity, Rhythm, Vibration, Correspondence, Gender, Mentalism. Sounds cosmic, right? Sounds like wisdom. Truth is, it’s trash. These so-called “laws” aren’t written into the fabric of reality—they’re just puny human labels slapped onto chaos to make ourselves feel safe.

• Cause & Effect? Shit happens. Period. Not karma, not cosmic balance. Murphy’s Law runs the show: if it can happen, it will. Usually at the worst time.
• Polarity? Never existed. We invented opposites because our 3D brains can’t handle complexity. Black/white, love/hate—illusions. It’s all shades on the same canvas.
• Rhythm? Cute little Earth joke. Seasons, tides, cycles. Out in the cosmos? Stars collapse, galaxies shred. The Bootes Void laughs at your Fibonacci spiral.
• Vibration? Not vibration—radiation. Pulsating light. Our tools record patterns, so we call it vibration, but it’s just energy doing what it does. We measure shadows, not truth.
• Correspondence? Religious placebo. “As above, so below.” Nah, that’s just you projecting your beliefs onto the sky and calling it law.
• Gender? Anthropocentric BS. Stars, dust, angels, demons—they’re genderless. The universe doesn’t fuck, it collapses. Humans invented “cosmic gender” because we can’t think beyond our own biology.
• Mentalism? The “beauty.” “The universe is mind, thought creates reality.” Nope. Still a lie. We don’t create shit—we channel what we can’t control. We’re antennas, not gods.

So yeah, I broke your laws. Not because I’m enlightened, but because I’m not stupid enough to think the cosmos runs on Instagram spirituality.

Here’s the hard realistic truth of life:

• Nobody’s coming to save you.
• Love isn’t enough.
• Time is the only real currency.
• People are selfish—good ones too.
• Your demons don’t die, you just learn to live with them.
• The world doesn’t care.

And yet—the wicked part is, I’ve always known this. Subconsciously, I think it every damn day. It leaks out in my rants, my writing, the things I say half-drunk in the garage while Cerati plays and the rain hits the concrete. Then I read it back and think: “No mames… I wrote that?”

We are replicas of God, not gods. Echoes of something bigger. We channel the signal, but we don’t own it. Creation runs through us, not from us. And that’s the raw truth I can’t shake.

So keep your universal laws. Keep your comforting lies. I’ll take Murphy’s Law, chaos, radiation, and regret over pretty words. Because at least those don’t flinch when the void laughs back.

Man… I miss her.