Moloch
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery!
Moloch whose blood is running money!
Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!
Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
-Howl, Allen Ginsberg
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery!
Moloch whose blood is running money!
Moloch whose fingers are ten armies!
Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
-Howl, Allen Ginsberg
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
-Exquisite Corpse
And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
-La Belle Dame sans Merci, John Keats
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.
Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
-Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche
You have lost everything in your inaction.
You must seek the way out of the Labyrinth.
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
The Alien
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
You live in an illusion as you lose your humanity.
An Alien.
The NEET
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
Your comfort is an admission of absolute failure.
An Alien child of Moloch and the Spider.
The Simp
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
Your body is fed stimulation that you will never share with another, this is the only Love you know.
A Child of Moloch and the Spider.
The Addict
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
You satisfy your desires while losing the ability to achieve them.
A Child of the Spider.
You satisfy your desires while losing the ability to achieve them.
The Incel
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
You despise that which you cannot have.
An Alien child of the Minotaur and Spider
The Trad
Your moral posturing does not fit your search history.
A Child of the Minotaur and the Spider.
The Gamer
You waste your passions on hatred and fantasy.
A Child of Moloch and the Minotaur
The Weeaboo
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
What you cannot be, you seek in the fantasies you’ve surrounded yourself with.
A Child of Moloch, the Minotaur, and the Spider
The Extremist
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
You live on hatred, while isolating yourself from life.
A Child of the Minotaur.
The Consumer
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
You live within a fantasy as your life withers.
A Child of Moloch.
The Lost
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
You have lost everything in your inaction. You must seek the way out of the Labyrinth.
An Alien Child of Moloch, the Minotaur, and the Spider.
