Differences of animals and monsters

Lets discuss our animalistic natures and why we are beastly creatures!

As we are monstrous beasts that have crawled out of simple lives unto hell:

Let us ask why we are animals that eat and piss while clamouring for pains!

It is quite obvious that we are creatures and thus we must also ask why we are monsters and what the difference is in the two. Firstly an animal is a simple creature that crawls and eats within its basic instinctual nature, while a monster is a being that craves monstrous things beyond just basic instincts and is as such wiser then the animal in instinctual and predatory nature.

Its a monsters life!

We must not think that the monster and animal are different, but that one is a more powerful form of the other, this creature is both and this creature is man. His issue is that he can be an animal and can be monstrous while doing so, what the distinction is, is whether he is merely acting on instinct or going beyond it.

As primitives dressed in fine leather, we grew from previous filth unto new filth each passing day, the instinct to live on is that animal form, while the monster in us takes pleasure out of forming different kinds of living for itself beyond a humping and growling beast, thus the monster is the transcendence of the animal unto debauched acts.

As creatures we ascend to higher monstrosity while remaining beastly creatures and fowl of the earth and this is why we are nothing more then beastly monsters that in our root of being choose the best way to be disgusting that we see fit and fair for ourselves all while humping and growling like a beast.

It isn't a choice either here or ever, that we must firstly act for ourselves then whimperingly help other creatures such that we continue to dominate each other subjectively. We must get along to continue being transcendent to the animals and thus their nightmares of monsters far above themselves.Thus our selflessness exists and is rooted in the means to a great end of our pains and growling whimpers and cackles in the dark.

What the death then is, is a deconstruction of ourselves back into the flesh and virtuality that is no more animal then a beast, yet is celebrated mournfully by the living in cognitive but mindless awareness of it, this morbid transcendence create our greater being and the greatness of being the human in hell forevermore.

As the great equalizer, the good and bad men both fall to it, rendering us but the primitives we are among a place that does not offer a choice or effect in death but is merely there to recycle you into states of decay and further the great entropy of the hell we reside eternally within.

Pharath would like to think we become what we did in life after death, he'd like to think i regress back into but beasts but little can he comprehend that I only grow larger and more horrible with the passing of the nighted day. Still I wish to finish this text with another mention of what lay beyond even the monster in the man to prove this point.

Pharath seems to think we are the dreams of electrons and that we are eaten in sleep to visit other realms, this has hilarious implications that we eat each other and digest each other each day. Still I disagree with this as dreams are nothing more then sketched fragments of other hells helplessly trapped in our bodies. I will not take pharaths dreams of electrons because I wish to leave him in his truthsaying.

None the less, as monsters we aren't much more then sketches on a canvas of leather stretched out to look like we matter, exaggerated shapes of details left to wander and paint over each others work, while we moan and groan over the wonders we create, drooling at their cover ups.

We are ourselves this canvas of painted terror and for that I will unveil a new form of our world, the sketches of terror themselves as what good is a place in hell without an occupation to spend the time burning in. Thus below is a drawing of hell, a beautiful exaggerated sketch of the filth we dwell within. Followed by a lovely explanation of its horror.

This is an image of a creature listening to music, enjoying some good old screeching on a walk through its torment, as it drools painfully to the music and wanders about on its daily activities. It represents just how barely we can see the monstrosity in us because were so used to the the terror, we like it so much it means nothing to us, or we deny this wholly for truth, all while putting whimpering worm crabs in our ears that screech musical notes to pass the time in absurdity.