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Less the never.

So you have lost your way again…Welcome to my world…This is a fairly reclusive state, Here within the blog, and I speak from the soul of this thing I have become…Sometimes the flow is strong, and the words come from a depth that just grows inversely proportionately to my own positive adaptive growth, the well of experiential memory is defined by the lives of others before my own…I will not use the phrase “hearing voices” too loosely, but Here is where the one can disassemble into the many minds of I…It may seem absurd at first, but all things do sound wacky to the unknowing perspective…There are few things that can almost literally drip from the soul, and words are capable of moving masses, microcosms of the universal within ourselves…I enjoy writing these words that become the bearers of inner conflict, whether releasing the demons within myself, or helping you to envision yours and banishing them…Creating music is like putting thunder into and behind the intonations, making ritual out of the harmony of rhythm and melody, and scraping the edges of a metaphor to find some kind of understanding inside the traditional reconciling the original…Still I sit and abide the time I am meant to wait, for the pain to abate, and for the future to sedate our minds into thinking into the right way…Pre-reprogramming the system to be, and looking towards a violent sun, finding something called creation…When the voices get too loud, I usually shut them out with a pillow until I’m unconscious, and then I realize what the dreams meant…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?…Not parasitically but influentially, like I said “voices”, and these words make the body twitch…Is it madness that I hide from the dry and explosive mass of humanity?…Sometimes I am compelled to think that my last life a while ago was sharing the form of Hitler, back before my actual time Here, and he was a vessel for the idea of animosity and hatred…Obviously he never believed that his actions were wrong, but a world war had to prove him otherwise, which the whole culture never recovered from…From there, the central core manifested incarnation of evil and hatred broke down into smaller influences and forms, and made us all tainted with this dark energy…Understanding purity is such an abstract state anymore, and not everything is as untouched as it once was…Even rocks breakdown into dust, and that dust conforms to create a new form, the camera defiles pure states of impression that combine into reality…All around is confusion apparent Here, and I am suffer to the same defecation of the soul as anyone else…

Thanks, khet.