dissuaded and dissatisfied with the corrupt aide of the ego in my culpable hands, attempting to harness my peculiar reasoning for a lifestyle set in contradiction, and take on the ownership of self through the lens of rational dichotomy in autonomy… crafting a question somewhere centered inside all real personal belief to be asking while staying true to the absolute identity…
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‘with questions of intellect turning from the emotional realm to the moralistic, and even into the religious territories of wonder. hurdles and experiences one-and-all, but not without certain rewards to be had. the machine grants the probability for success, and a contented cog is an effective piece of movement, free of distractions and earnest to better progress.’
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‘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…’
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‘Not a cannibalism of consciousness, but preserving and savoring the meal of existence, and my eyes reveal a distracted nature buried just below…Not always a heavenly distraction, either, but more or less a nasty little thought that pries its way through the muck on the surface, digging its hooks into the flesh to metaphysically snack on the negative emotional supercharge…Those ghosts know how to tear at one’s mind, don’t they?…’
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‘My time Here has been marred by a handful of incidents as this, but my narrow-mindedness is not making me its bitch forever…Narrowing should only create a more focused approach Here, but if given the reigns, it can soon turn into a harrowing whirlwind to overcome…’
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‘…To define thought as just another room to enter…The space between shadows, and the space in between those, the particles that sing through the passageways and patterns of wherever we are…’
I thought that I wasn’t going to make it, but Here I am nearing the end of my crusade, into a kind of mental and emotional haven…I set this challenge to myself to realize the capability that I could have if I just tried to make these blog entries happen every day for one month in a row, and have all the days filled…No doubt a challenge for a huge procrastinator like me…This month is also a birthday month for me….Twenty-seven, at first, seemed like one of the worst years to finish off with, but even with some pretty raw examples I have held my own so far…I mean all three of them, Jim and Janis and Jimi, were extinguished from this existence at the mere age of twenty-seven….so what chance did I have living the way I do?…I’d …
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‘The beasts flock to the shielding arms of the icon for guidance and shelter when all ideas seem fake and lacking fairness…Why give in to the jealousy staged by upending another’s belief system?…’
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‘so where does devolution come into play?…When the artificial self decides it wants to be organic again?…What mockery is this to the gods we are…Swaying fatally back and forth over the extremes…Making solid decisions is best left to those with the controls firmly in place, and to those with the awareness necessary among these beasts making out like people ought to be…I question the assault on our senses, and ask forgiveness from no soul who tries to find their own version of this reality…’
