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Spitting the words out.

I am not greatest orator, but I can speak…My words are, to an extent, viral matter that conveys my dreams and ideas to others…Not to say that others understand what comes out of my head, but I do have my more lucid moments when the moment strikes me…I hate crutches, but that is what I prescribe to in order to make my questions heard, there is a system to getting these thoughts loose from the stasis of my bodily vessel…To type them is no less a challenge than to say them, the words that is, and it is Here that I can freely speak my mind’s eye without fear…Fear clouds many individuals from reaching their hiccups of realization, both the truths I speak of, and the sobering swing of reality’s scythe…Hopefully, by spitting out as much nonsense as possible, I can become a better understood individual, and can take that lesson on the trip with me through all lifetimes…I can make my points well-defined, and speak without confusing others beyond the point of interest, as I am very adept at now…People get confused by who I am, either I am too creepy and cryptic, or there is something uncommon that bothers them so much…I get this from all people, no one is exactly the difference to this rule I have come to know, but my love knows this me better than many others and does not shy away from her “bobo”…I may be stupid, but stupid is just another frame of mind to gawk at, everybody thinks they the superior to another just because…Yet that makes no sense to me, or the perception of life being a game to play and get ahead in, it is all blasphemy to freedom of life…I speak from my soul, but few ever witness it as majesty and nobility, even though this is what other godly prophets have done…I consider myself spiritual, but in no way restrained by a god or deity, I am my own…The alien and the animal, the god and the monster, and the ghost and the demon…Living dichotomy…

Thanks, khet.