Me-I-ism

Overview
1. Me-I-ism is the philsophy and politics of the self, not of the stable stirner ego, but that which descontructs it's masks (Or filters of the will-to-power, such as moralism, should-ism, and striving to attain a certain ideal changing only the actions not the base; Which is a crucial feature of capitalism with a moralistic zone of effect: meritocracy); To expose the bare will-to-power, there are filters acting as parasitic mind virus towards innofensive, unchanging dead you, surpass it, create a self-overcoming, übermench, when there is a constant cycle of change there is no need for a static rare revolution! See you for the web of influences which you are, all of which could be for the will-to-power and of honesty, people alredy act on their own their intention to "benefit" themselves, they're only "blissfully" unaware of it. Closer and closer towards the realization, don't evict knowloadge, embrace it! *There is no such thing as progress if not subjective progress, this is, my progress, my riches, everything as that which could be mine, all which could have the influences of me and: My regionalities: We are to be divided our zones of interest (which intereact which each other and are ever changing) into, care about: You, family, friends, city, state (sometimes) country and finally proximity of countries, (these are not exact for everyone): Disgusting mind virus apropiating  every single one of my regionalities of Owness: of my egoism, amd inflicting things me to care about, stress about, worry, instead of things to necessarily have mutual-care-non-care of even to care about me! Collective-loving mind-virus: Cut it out with the sharpest of knifes! Blood-sucking-lices

2. The kae, the pre-thought, the infinite, generalised, and inter-connected: General-sense; That can be turned into language and manifested as words: The thought-before-language: Part of the interconnected flux-y... -y... -y of everything

3. Against democratic seriouness Ol' Zarathustra you're not sacred Ol' Zarathustra Nothing is Ol' Zarathustra the mind virus What is it that has made us serious? Why is it that one shall not be allowed to laugh? What is it that is wrong with laughter? Docile Bodies?! Is that all? Could it be that such a sacred mind virus infecting all of everyone you'll most likely ever meet? Could it be that the sacret has infected everywhere and with it's moralisms build a "great" mask into your very skull? And could it be that that mask is simly a way to keep us "respectful" this is, obidient, this is, unthinking and unquestioning? All of this because of a means to make us docile bodies? Ol' Zarathustra, burn! Your sacredness decease. The death of God, the greatest of events

Political Organization
My organization, that of my will-to-power against nature towards possibility, the best political organization is whatever one best embraces my-will-to-power without making me feel so powerful as to hurt the mask and hurt me back: Neo-liberal technocracy

Friends
Rayz chimkem Abix thiago

Further Information
BigLucid#2080