A split which I am setting to be a part of my early 2023 deluxe of SUPERNATURAL, which rams home even further the dark, misanthropic, angry themes that I like to convey through my music.

I am a very cynical and distrustful person. I never accept something or someone at face value and I refuse to take my first impression of someone as the truth. Therefore, just because someone is nice to me when we first meet does not mean that I will automatically like you and consider you a friend. At the same time, just because someone is rude or not very nice at first does not mean that I’ll consider you a lifelong enemy. I am not a hateful or bitter person who doesn’t have anyone in their lives either. A misanthrope understands the importance of true friendships and relationships and I establish clear boundaries between their friends, colleagues, etcetera.

Contrary to popular belief, some of us don’t necessarily become misanthropes due to personal experience, although I be fair, I became one partly because of that. We became misanthropes by analyzing patterns and trends in humanity’s actions and reaching the conclusion that so many awful things were perpetrated by humanity and that we could not simply stand by and be blissfully ignorant to this fact, and pretend that there is ultimately nothing wrong with our species.

I am a realistic person. I am not an optimist because I see no point in sugar-coating the situation and having this ignorant-made mentality of “everything will be alright so let’s just sit on our couches and do absolutely fuck all, just let nature take its course”. I am also not a pessimist because I don’t think everything is awful and that there are no good people in the world.

I am a realist because, at the same time that I understand the awful nature of our species, I also recognize that there are people who are aware of it and actually do good to the world.

And I am not fucking thick either. I am also not one of those people that choose not to see the bad, clinging on to every last false hope that everything is gonna be a-OK eventually, that there is gonna be peace in this fucked up sphere of repugnance and outright disgrace. Peace is a myth. It is a lie. Chaos and tragedy are inevitable. You’re either gonna make it or you're not.

All these so called “normal” people irritate me to no end. The sheer stupidity on display from a lot of them amazes me. Their priorities confuse me. Their choices perplex me. Their “achievements” underwhelm me. It’s almost as if everything about people in society constantly angers me, absolutely riles me up to no culmination.

But then if we make the choice to remain in said society, we cannot begin to exempt ourselves from being the very target of our own contempt. We consciously chose to live among those that we actively fucking revile. We may manage to get along completely fine with the least reprehensible among us, but why should that even matter? If one is going to consider that an achievement, well, that is pretty underwhelming, to be brutally honest

Making that a priority when we don’t even fucking like the human race to begin with is confusing as hell. The perplexing nature of such a conclusion is surpassed only by the astonishing level of foolhardiness required to make it in the first place.