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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…’
A political world is one of a perfective perception viewpoint, a perfection of domination and manipulation to the Nth degree, and in the pursuit of vivisecting society for progress. For the sake of swaying people back and forth. Between issues of morality and the things deemed socially acceptable, taking the precision of a butcher to the floor of political reverence, and mastering the bullshit lines it takes to defy the will of millions. Dogma takes very little to be pushed upon others so easily, but the difficulty lies in their believing the propaganda whole-heartedly. Politics corrupt any plans for a societal will by allowing one dumb fuck to take the mantle of office to lead, but without the “right” advisors, they know nothing. What beasts are we to push our nothing on others?
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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?…’
people who don’t speak have a wealth of information stored within their minds…professional people with their words of wisdom are outright in their ignorance, but only as far as they would ever think they are on the right side at the insistence of a problem, at which time they seem convinced of a possible solution…not always the ‘right’ decision, but one that comes to take that place in value of appearing in the ‘right’…these mutts run our world…the solvers and solution makers…even though there is no great and worthy “final solution” here, that doesn’t seem to stop the zealots from trying to find one, and zealots turn into idiots so much in the past…speaking their technical jargon, and eluding all meaning through pretentious bullshit, evading the need to explain their true motives for “success”…in accordance with all proposed laws, …
It is a place, the depth of which you cannot find…
Permit me to choose the path, that I may find a way through…
But it is Here, when all the proper understanding is reached…
Neither Heaven nor Hell, but place between worlds…
Open your mind, infinite consciousness…
Find the role, and play it…
This is the creed…
CMK ~
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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…’
Who are these people? The ones who drift in and out of people’s lives to warp another’s views for a lifetime. There are those who debate as to what meaning the identity of others applies to their own limited fascinations. Each unto their own wealth be it in knowledge, or of the physical matter, something limited by the almost-pointed obsession with a certain facet of ideal obstruction. The eyes have a limited sense of sight to be able to see things closely while the unknown cries out far away. They push our buttons whether it is to succeed or fail, but always in mind to advance the overall progress, the whole unlimited. I despise the ones who defy the interest of all the others in the place, who mock what it is to …
I regret to inform those of you out there, but I hate little punks that have no respect for others’ feelings. Hate is not a word used liberally these days, and love is used far to much as a shallow substitute for actual feeling. I don’t ‘love’ all of my fellow species, making my love weak and worthless, and then find it so much easier to make my hate a focused beam of pain and torment to inflict upon others. Instead, I choose to hate everyone, thus making my hate fairly milquetoast in comparison with my pure and undiluted love, and the coldness I maintain is necessary to keep potential fiends at bay…looking to absorb the random warmth from those they can feed from so easily. You pay attention to what you want, and I …
you don’t think you’re crazy, but how do you know?…unlike rigorous tests of physical endurance to test physical prowess, there are no real tests for sanity’s sake, and chances are that those tests can be misleading…eye don’t fret over the wilds of science nor the fingers of chaos because both are beyond their mere restrictive behaviors, and all of it flows into me, whether it affects me or not…time has distinctive affectations that allow trauma to fester or heal, but no matter what, the mind is always affected…the organs which make up the mind are putty in the early stages of life, and it is a fragment of my soul that shines through that portal to your world, the world you stand within…your arms are useless against me, for my eyes see everything beyond the blind biases of other …
