Yo, yo, it’s your boy ManyMan and this is Collective FM. Welcome to today’s broadcast. It’s going to be a hard ride… What’s up, squad?!

Another rainy day in this city, sad as a motherfucker, huh? I wanted to start with a joke, but even I don’t feel like I want to live after checking out the Internet, so, you know, I can update you with what’s going on right now. I came across a bunch of these neo-gothic freaks who dress up as dead bodies to look scary. I’m curious if they’re just themselves for Halloween because they dress up all year. Anyway, who are they trying to scare? They look so malnourished that a gust of wind would probably blow them away. They must be grateful to the fat cats on top who built all of these skyscrapers around them. These misfits are some of the craziest people I’ve ever come across. Reduce the dose or change the dealer, I thought when I listened to them, but they claim it’s how you get to the stars and become a higher being. Do not be fooled by it, and don’t worry, my dear; you are losing nothing because I will take you today on the darkest trip of your life and you will not lose a single gray cell.

If you know me, you know I can inspire myself with everything in order to throw out a piece of my soul. Even these neo-gothic freaks who despise the collective can somehow inspire me.

Do you know what saddens me the most these days? Trends followed by young people. Have you seen how many young people blindly believe in the nonsense and hopeless ideals of this nihilistic revulsion? Can culture ever hit rock bottom, or how low must it fall to lose its definition as a culture? It pains me that there is no collective in this space. Where has the drive gone? Those hits ain’t popping like the ones from the old days, even though the technology got better and the drugs increased in strength. Yet creativity has died. Who has killed it, and with what kind of weapon? It’s all about the money now. So is the Hyperian cult of creativity murderers.

Do you know where this sick cult came from? Remember when I said that one madman is one too many? Oh yeah, I wasn’t planning on going on an ego trip, but didn’t I say so? A few years ago, either some psychologist failed or the patient fled and walked through the sewers … because the Hyperian Cult was born: a revolting neo-gothic counter-culture on a small scale, but extremely dangerous. The sicko’s name that founded the cult is Morgue, and he’s a freak from the Hollywood AMC documentary called Freakshow. At first, he tried to create a group resembling a secret society. But the guy lacked any original creativity; moreover, one has to be naive to think that this neo-goth, who escaped the diagnosis of a psychologist, could create any serious group or any collective. The guy advocates radical individualism and hates the collective, which is typical of these neo-goths. He failed, but Morgue did not stop there. At that time, he found his way to a library full of books dealing with existential issues, from which he stole the most interesting ideas, although he says he was “inspired” by them, as every old thief or plagiarist says, and used them to create a serious and meaningful core for his cult, which he couldn’t supply on his own. In other words, these books literally fell from the sky for him.

The guy completely disguised himself and changed his image to that of a typical hippie (keeping the gothic aesthetic and ideals) and then began to proclaim his sick liberal views and lusts under the cloak of a knowledge system, which he plagiarized beyond recognition and deprived of meaning and power. Then, for years, he carefully targeted what he called “outcasts and wanderers with dark characters” and brainwashed them carefully to profit from their donations and memberships. Of course, he had planned the motive for monetizing this project from the very beginning, and it was the main foundation of this cult. You know what it is like in this world – the pockets of swindlers and thieves are filled the most.

Morgue is an ordinary fraudster, thief, and plagiarist, but also the creator of the neo-gothic revulsion called Hyperianism, which is today’s counter-culture on a small scale. Apart from the ideas or knowledge system plagiarized by Corey Rebhahn, aka Morgue, as well as his mental and androgynous issues, there is also nothing left but a mash-up of previous hippie and gothic ideas, so nothing new.

Hippies were a counter-culture in the 1960s-70s in the United States. Their motto was “peace, love, and drugs.” You probably guessed what good it brought. Not much, if any at all. We are in favor of supporting small businesses, but not the ideology of wishful thinking and passivity. If you are repulsed by hippies or the most extreme of them, imagine how people felt a decade later, in the 1980s, when the Goth subculture emerged. The culture of misfits whose greatest existential problem is that they are not sufficiently different, other, unique, or contrasting against the background of others. Pathological individualists in many cases, whose whole reaction to the evil of this world they hate so much, is passivity, skepticism, and nihilism.

Morgue is a goth who plays the role of a hippie on the Internet, and Hyperianism is his Woodstock, from which he earns a heavy bankroll. And as he plays them, his intellectual trollops dance. His personality is a structure that reconciles his true psychopathic nature with one that allows him to earn money on the Internet by brainwashing former drug addicts, and people who need serious help from psychologists and therapists, with his mystical, emotional bullshit and love preaching. That’s why I classify him as a neo-goth, though hippie-goth also fits him.

If I have not yet made your stomach turn, I invite you to a world you had no idea about – the zenith point of infinite human stupidity. It is this infinite stupidity that Einstein spoke of when he said that only two things are infinite. There are also two in Hyperianism – stupidity and greetings. Luckily, the goodbyes are ended by Morgue when he turns off the stream. He may soon turn them off forever, according to rumors and hard evidence, after lying to the FBI and slandering his former colleagues who helped him create content for his cult. Unless the old one gets him out because they say he worked for cops, you know. He protected the great estates of these rich goblins whose rule we must endure every day. These psychopaths don’t let go because they can’t come to terms with refusal, failure, or any criticism. Morgue thought that he would change the world with his group of misfits. But it is not possible when your sole existential problem is that you are too different from others and that others do not accept this difference. He did make a lot of money on these poor people who think they are doing something good by supporting this fucker, but he will pay a lot for it if any of his victims somehow get away from him and sue him. The biggest show is just ahead of us, ladies, and gentlemen.

If, while listening to this broadcast, looking at something, or pondering something, you feel or think that something is trivial and obvious, thank fate that you did not have contact with a follower of Hyperianism. Horse dung leaves more room for comment than any comment from a Hyperian cultist. If you think that your social life sucks or it has been so recently, I will comfort you. One evening with your friends probably gave you more impressions, memories, and experiences than all of Hyperianism’s cultists could ever manage. These oddballs can’t even communicate or debate with one another. All their conversations are greetings, goodbyes, short statements, and fawning. These short statements are the only content, and believe me, if you read them, you wouldn’t know what to think or what to say. The banal takes on a new size that goes beyond this word. If you have fought for something right in your life once, that’s 100% more than any of these cultists. Best of all, their leader sees himself as some kind of saint who changes the world – a fucking narcissist whose narcissism has already begun to transcend the meaning of the word. This lunatic likes it when a girl calls him Jesus during intercourse – can you imagine? And that’s despite the fact that the guy still complains that he has some kind of trauma due to religious indoctrination. It sounds like an obsession to me. Fuse a hundred hypocrites, and you’ll get Morgue.

Have you ever heard the stupid shit-talking from those sermons of this psychopath? The guy would bore even the Buddha, who was supposedly famous for his patience, to death. Every word of this guy and the sound of his voice is a terror to the ears, brain and mind. Only hollow and shallow people can take it. He wanted to be a dominant male terrorist. Be careful what you wish for. The guy must have bad memories with his father, whom he now (ironically) must ask for help because he could not have bad experiences at school since he grew up and studied at home. This sick patient took all of the toxicity that he exudes today and afflicts others who are so submissive that any inexperienced hypnotist could put them to sleep in a second, from home.

Those who cannot love themselves seek to love others. Those who are unable to love others seek to love themselves. Morgue only loves himself,

although his cultists who give him money believe he truly loves or likes them when they do so. What a bunch of sad lunatics. Life is a constant balancing act on the never-ending edge of hell and heaven, especially in a space full of these lunatics. Therefore, take care of yourself and those around you. This is Collective FM; it’s… the last hour for Hyperianism and its leaders, and now it’s a moment for you to breathe before I take you deeper into the Hyperian cult.

If you enjoy dark climates, I advise you not to look at the Hyperian polygons in the form of six livestreams a week, because they take the last remnants of your will to live, kill your creativity, and burn the last gray cells in your brain, preparing you for the final war waged by Hyperianism against will, art, and reason in a mission with the acronym “WAR.” You click on your own responsibility! If you’re really curious, just handstand to see for a moment what the view from the Hyperian perspective looks like. Here, “higher self” means “lower self.” The pig will not look at the sky if it does not roll over on its back. Yet, if you are sick enough to be like a Hyperian, you have to be a fan of vibrators, vibrations, and frequencies (especially high frequencies!). Stock up for a livestream, and don’t forget to recharge your batteries! And when it starts, boldly actualize your Inner Star with that dark vibration of Morgue and his associates. Emphasize frequency and become a higher-density entity. The most devoted followers of this cult are attempting to recreate the black hole and the wave function, which allegedly Fat Jan and Morgue once achieved! And all in the name of the main idea of Hyperianism, which is to reach the stars through sex, drugs, and music. Ad Astra, as they say.

If, like us, you are pissed off by these ghouls and you spare no words to express your opinion, you can be sure that they will censor you and chase you in a second. In the world of Hyperian worship, seconds play a huge role. One second is enough for a great friend and colleague to become the No. 1 enemy of Hyperianism, enough to drop from the position of a leader who changes the world into a wonderful paradise into that of an extremely dangerous terrorist threatening the highest authorities in the country.

Surely you’ve heard of this conspiracy theory about reptilian people. If there is a grain of truth in it, it certainly hangs around in the Hyperian cult. Its followers and leaders are said to be able to change their sex, roles, or ideals with which they identify by 180 degrees in a second. People say it’s a head problem, although for Hyperianism it’s probably their superpower. Someone in their defense said that if I looked like one of these ghouls, I would also not be picky and be open to sexual diversity, but somehow this argument does not convince me. It’s not my fault they’re afraid of a juicy burger. A typical follower of this cult cannot even decide who they are or what they want. Polygons did the job; will is lost. Perhaps this is where this diversity really comes from. Don’t ask these cultists about it; they have no idea, and besides, questions themselves are an insult to them. Greetings, affirmations, fawning, and donations to leaders are the music of Hyperianism.

Like every cult, Hyperianism has an ideology that creates an illusory prison for people who fall victim to it. Its leaders, who are unquestionably gods to Hyperian followers, will unhesitatingly demonize anyone who attempts to honestly criticize Hyperianism by turning their followers against them and chastising them with public services. That’s why the toxic Hyperian cult and the counter-culture have to be deleted. This is what we are facing today, but heads up, Collective FM listeners; remember that after each storm the sun comes out. And it will be us in the form of a million rays. If this trip went wrong for you, forgive me; not all of them are pleasant. That was enough for today. Thanks for joining the broadcast, until the next one. I’m out.