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THE BOOK OF DAX CHAPTER 1 Dax moves--Moving makes Dax lie down--Dax falls asleep--Dax sleeps--Dax wakes and lifts his head--The Little One scurries about and must be subdued--To subdue the Little One, Dax must trap it with his claws and mouth--Dax loses focus and begins attacking all things at random--Dax loses focus and runs quickly from room to room--Dax gives to the Box of Offerings--The Feeders walk and Dax attacks them from behind--Dax gets hungry and petitions The Feeders to give him food with his food--Dax eats then moves--Moving makes Dax lie down--Dax falls asleep--Dax sleeps 1 Behold, I did move. 2 And in moving I did wax tired; 3 And I did lie down on the floor, and I did sleep for a time. 4 And on the third hour, I did raise my head. 5 Behold, I did see the Little One; and it did scurry about the floor on where I lay. 6 And I did seek to destroy the Little One, for its scurry was great and terrible. 7 And behold, I did chase the Little One, seeking its lif

To achieve the desired Ohm of the Nihilist and disappear as a forgotten, dark speck in the infinite black of space, recite one or more of the following Mantra to yourself daily, ideally in the mirror of a lowlit public restroom: Life is simply what seeks Chemicals to be Alive then stay Alive, yet will cause Life's unavoidable Death. Humanity is a glorified Poop-Factory--taking what is Useful and Beautiful from the Earth, then giving it back as a fat Pile of ugly, poisonous Waste. What I Know will never be my Own, because Knowledge is what I am told It is. What I Create will never be my Own, because I can only Create from Materials which already Exist. Self-Esteem is a gratuitous Construct. Neither I nor the Other are Individual, as all Things come from and rely on other Things. There is no One who is a true Original. My Hipster Cred is a Lie. My Genes will be Lost as they are watered-down with each Generation, and They will no longer Exist, eventually. My Children might ha

Gone are the days when a child would lazily sit on the grass or idly swing on the swing-set, alone with their thoughts and volatile imaginings. I know this, first hand, because I recently came across a child who was wearing a noticeable amount of cologne. I mean, I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but I would venture to guess that, in my own personal deduction, he was trying to attract a member of the opposite sex, and I shudder to think why. How do I know this? Because, this child is single, I would think, and when I was single, I would try to lure a potential mate with my vapors of flora and musk, as well. I can accurately state that now, as a married man, I don't try to attract women with cologne, anymore, but rather use it as a cover-up when I've ripened and need to be washed, like spraying your homemade essential-oil spritzer in the bathroom after a torrent of the Human Condition. I really hope this kid isn't in the same circumstance. This got me to thinking that, if this