Favorite Excerpts from Harassment Architecture by Mike Ma

Everything behind me is on fire. Everything in front of me is about to be behind me.

“God cannot be reached, nor can he reach us, so long as we surround ourselves in the unchecked technological expansion. From just around the industrial revolution forward, God has been rapidly phased out by the fruits of ill labor.

It only gets worse every day. Another cell tower erected is another spot in which God becomes blind. At this point, with the amount we've built, it is safely assumed that He's unable to see our world at all. Not to mention the number of other monstrosities that disrupt the once existent state of harmony.

Heaven's Light is snubbed by shields of inter-network, bluetooth connections, and phone link entanglements. We've boxed God out, given ourselves strange cancers and illnesses, and become dependent on something historically and extremely undependable, unknown this is the absolute state of today.” Page 41

"Gluten also attacks an enzyme involved in the production of GABA- our prime inhibitory neurotransmitter, whose dysregulation is implicated in both anxiety and depression." . . . "Antibodies against gluten have been found much more often in schizophrenia and autism patients than in the general population or in controls, a result that has been replicated repeatedly." . . . “in several countries, hospitalization rates for schizophrenia during World War II dropped in direct proportion to wheat short-ages. In the United States, where over that same period the consumption of wheat rose rather than diminished, such rates increased instead. In South Pacific islands with a traditionally low consumption of wheat, schizophrenia rose dramatically (roughly, from 1 out of 30,000 to 1 out of 100) when Western grain products were introduced." At the end of the book.

“Deleting social media leaves me with a feeling of disconnection to the outside world. It's one of those of 'good feelings', one that grows within you over time. This is one step towards combatting the usual resting heart rate of panic, that dependence on dopamine through internet numbers, that degree of separation from mother nature. And a mother she truly is.

Everything makes me not anxious, not nervous, but tense.

There is something in the water. There has to be something in the water. There is something in everything - seed oil in the food, Chinese chemicals in the air, soy in this, bad in that, etcetera.

Everything leaves my hands jittering and I can't sit down and think without something pulling away at my conscience. Compared to someone's baseline, I'm a wreck, and the only thing I find consoles this is being an even bigger nightmare to the world - harassment, violence, unrest, and hatred. I hate and I hate and I hate and it feels good. It feels good to destroy everything except myself, my people, and nature. Four feet on the gas pedal for everything that isn't my tribe. For us, it's the utmost respect and looking out.

I hate to bring peace, and especially hate the idea of it all. There is never actual peace, not that we've seen. This peace many seek to create never soothes the mounting hatred inside us all. Peace is a sugar-pill remedy to man's proclivity for disaster. No prescription could resolve whatever kind of transcendental Forest fire our brains have created.” Page 108

“Everyone thinks it would be so cool to be void of emotion.” Page 108

“We could rebuild old Greece. Knock down the skyscrapers, burn modern art, wipe blank the entirety of digitization. We can level housing developments and turn shopping centers back into forests. We could leave behind a world of impurity and pain. Arguments settled in sword fights. Television replaced by live theater. Everything is marble and nothing hurt. We could tell the time via sundial and we could raise our precious young in the purity of sunlight. We could sleep and wake as our bodies felt. We could finally look up and see stars again. They would reflect in our eyes, guiding the way when memory couldn't.

Then, just as this all becomes routine to us, we burn it all down and start again.” Somewhere in the book like 40% in.

“Man was once the sum of his choices, maybe the books he read, or the people he spoke with.

Today, man is the sum of that all in addition to the videos he's seen, the number of people who like him online, the amount of government sanctioned foodpoison he's consumed, and so much more. You are now, from the start, the death you will become -unless of course you defer to our holy originators. Life's most violent pain is the result of nature denied. It is the careful blueprint contractors often ignore, nature. They think they know more than it has to offer. They think they know how to operate outside its ways. But it will forever and always win. Submission to nature is one of the only submissions you should welcome in life.” Page 47

“The closest thing we have to movie super heroes is maybe school shooters. In reality, these other people get their fill of "AHHH I'M IN THE MOVIES, BUT IN MY HEAD... AND I DID SUCH EPIC THING" by simply ordering Marvel merchandise and reusing said movie's humor until a graceless death. The kind of death that in any other time would be mistaken for a triple-decade suicide.” Page 30

“As I said, do not do anything I say during these sorts of tirades. Believe in something now more than ever, is probably sound advice though.” Page 26

“The entire presence of industrialized man has been a violent preface to his looming and inescapable consequence.

The final consequence.

The timeline of humanity, since the last Ice Age, is one long and wild drunk drive, a kind of victory lap.” 13% in.

“Faking for this long has left me emotionally drained.”  5% 

“Anyone else would say they feel alive if suddenly put in my shoes, but I feel only the polar opposite. I feel like I am dead. Dead, roaming but not rotting, among this downward pointed Earth. I'm bound by zero consequence, terrified for everyone around me. I'm not worried for myself though, because I'm quickly accepting that whatever happens to me, however bad it may be, is supposed to happen. Admittedly, this is due to some light spiritual reading I've done as of late. 

I now have the volume turned up to its loudest with the windows still down because I'm feeling some ancestral renegade blood aflush.

She's now touching the bumper of the truck ahead. I almost feel bad for her until I realize she didn't reply to my courtship. She truly is a bitch.” Early in the beginning.

“I won't continue to narrate completely standard days. It gets better, you son of a bitch. I hope at least a few of these words make you want a long walk. Or a cigarette out-side. Maybe you'll start a farm on mortgaged land.” 2%

He refuses to lift heavy, to endure real suffering, to hurt himself so he'll heal even stronger.

“He simulates tragedy through games and movies. His dopamine receptors believe it, too. He betrays his wiring. He refuses to break himself, to cut himself open and feel, to burn down and build up.

He can't stop masturbating to things that only further emasculate him. He has exsanguinated himself to so many different men ravaging so many different women that he's now accustomed to seeing other men take the prize. He sits in the corner like a bug, watching. Soon enough, this cookie-cutter pornography isn't enough. He's moved onto the un-thinkable,

the over-fetishized, the things that could get him thrown into prison.

He can't keep his mouth shut - but when he does, his jaw can't be told apart from the top of his neck. He mixes lies into every sentence he speaks. Poison-tongued bug that he is, destroying the sanctity of man with every unchecked news-word regurgitated. Even he doesn't believe all of the things he says.

With end goals like the liberation of man and restoration of autonomy, this is but an introductory clause. It's onwards toward anew.” Page 138

“When the great Hurricane Sandy hit, it made action movie stars out of many. For the first time, thousands of normal people were at war with the world. They wanted it, admittedly or not. 

How pathetic is it that we've become this hungry for struggle? How sad to have been relegated to begging for natural disasters?

I see demons in the artificial. I see demons in alcohol. I see demons in fluorescent lights. I see demons in doctors, scientists, dealers of data. I see demons in agriculture. I see demons in cars. I see demons in activism. I see demons in most women.

I see God in raw meat. I see God in rare meat. I see God when I bathe in the sun. I see God in low blood sugar. I see God in pine trees. I see God in most all trees. I see God in a few good men. I see God when I breathe the right way. I see God when I stand up straight. I see God during fasts. I saw God and he told me to burn it all down.

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Thank you Mike