to listen to the voice in the back of your head ... all the time ... can get annoying. but whats more annoying is when you ignore it and it tells you ''i told you so''. terrence mckenna [r.i.p.] has influenced me more under the influence of his ''persistency'', than i think i have been influenced by any other subject, but as in most cases, i hope to be decidedly wrong.
the title of this blog will by no means, justify the contents to anyone, except he or she who can see through curtains of ... velvet anything. mere ranting has never felt to be, or not to be, more shakespearean than ever before, to me .. my love though art nought but fair, that which ought to be denied me ... but denied only until i say cease! i can control who i am and what happens.
most people are sheep, behold we are sheep ... led far astray. my ideas stolen once written, now only exist in the cochlea .. when i come down off this mountain i won't remember why i wrote cochlea, so please lets just leave it alone. a persons destiny unfolds onto their skin renewed with vigor and power once touched by a radiant sun.
scientists all around the world in every field of knowledge imaginable has produced quite possibly 2 /5th's of all the information vital to the utopiafication of this planet .. yet we do nothing. we stand at our leaders side and advocate with them .. against another set of ''thems'' .. ''why the fuck cant we all just get a fucking-long already''. never the philosophical thinking type i somehow manage to astound every male older than me into ... child's play for conversation, just because they have no patience to let too much time pass between them and something .. they may actually like.
all words, like time, come back into play, some words will be quoted and others left out. i don't mind any mis-construction .. construe? mis-construed is what i just got as a possible candidate for an alternate word. but we cant get along because of the exact same reason. of course explanation will be provided but still only in part ... as i care not to do this too often no matter how many people read-and re-read. we cant get along because we want to seem better than everyone else. better spellers ... better actors .. more courageous, more rich ... technologically more advanced and the list goes on. i would like to thank germany for the term ''misconstrued''.
but that which holds us together only seem to have till 2013 ... because i heard that due to an explosion on a planetary level is due to creep up on several billion of us and kinda connect us back to the square root of the the diameter of the element light is made of. now i know it all seems scary. but why is it that some people embrace the holocaust ... from BOTH sides. i do not mean the ones in the past that are scary, because that's where i am getting my data. i mean the ones .. that intelligent people in this world have the capabilities of detecting and predicting.
a crazy guy once told me ... there's always a clock ... somewhere ticking down to something. i guess that meant he should devote his life to nothing, maybe he sees it differently. he definitely lives life harsher. the elements beat down his flesh more ... his skin and feet are dirty and thickened .. he smells, and he's over it. its a big step to get over one's smell .. when you smell utterly foul. but society is actually alot sicker. societies are sick things ... when sick people are in control of it ... simple ... shit.
but maybe its just an absence of love. love is just a word to billions of us. its my mother my father ... then crushed, often. mixed and stirred ... sometimes with ice. mostly without. but always protect yourself ... son, this world is a sick place to be, gotta love your God, your Queen and your country. unlearn all that bullshit she told me. ''... she had sex'' with the reverend, anyway that's what she told me, all i did was sit at a bar and wait for someone to bother my saturday night, in she came ... i talked real lame, she seemed a shame and a waste to be in this place. she shoulda been locked up because a good man knocked her up a few times ... but she was out to play. too many bad boys took her hopes and dreams away.
i stand alone, i stand ... i tire of all this i have to change. for money .. or love or power .. or nothing. death comes so quickly to those not looking for it .. not cooking up schemes and homemade pipe dreams .. turn religion .. turn oil into gold. a statement of faith shall not stand up to a statement of truth. and the truth shall set me free. have i spoken true? then why don't i feel free yet? maybe because i didn't get the key yet?
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