I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings
Self expression is like the Kentucky Derby, the least likely to make sense could be the most rewarding thing expressed.
(i'll stop with these thoughts today, hoping everyone has a great week, with love from the great white north ....:)
oh how can i stop, i'll edit in more right here
Enshrining the commonplace causes it to be too common, like a dirty pair of underwear, be on guard.
Look at moments in your life as represented in symphonic terms, feel the thrilling ominousness of the sounds emanating from your less than savory predicaments then!
Normal processing says - untrained exercise equates to leading astray, the wise aren't led astray, they have a sort of anti virus shot they took that morning or every first Wednesday of the month. Thanks to this all one can say in a spirit of reckless abandon is harmless, even if evil intent was woven into it. Wisdom is geared towards the good, even though to be wise is serpentine.
The allure of tragic figures is how enigmatic they become when faced with fresh problems.
To learn - to witness how one morphs, and to morph differently in the future.
Assuming one is a clutz, it would be a supernatural sign if a constant observer of said clutz would hear no sudden vehement curses coming from their lips. A footnote refutation of morals and religion, sinning is natural, to go and sin no more is as nonsensical as a gob of spit to make important decisions in the rat race we call life.
When the mind body and soul are all contaminated, you need to do a pilgrimage, or something similar, or you'll end up just like hamburger meat, or is becoming hamburger meat the reward of all rewards, the dearest prize?
To promote mushiness, where one cannot anymore think, where the nervous system collapses, to find a nice window to gaze out all the time without moving, the passing of time is nil in a sensory way, you are in infinity, lost to everything created.
A silly purpose, an elaborate joke, the core must be warm and fuzzy, like SNL skits for the unborn.
The period of time for learning is resting in chaos.
The dizziness of freedom, it's not safe to do anything, keep actions to a minimum, pound the brain everyday into mushy obedience, strive for the blank infinity that stares at nothing, and is nothing, at one with nothing, or at zero with nothing. Cessation of awareness, the 2nd death won't be experienced.
Admire nothing is a harsh demand, there's 2 kinds of admirations, 1) of the virtuous and 2) of the vices, the former nourish, the latter entertain, empty entertainment. The process of transubstantiating into hamburger is complex, and requires a network of movements that evoke the commutors of a metropolis, and the infrastructure, the lights, the plumbing, and this is the reversal of learning, it's an individualistic ritual lifestyle loosely inspired by such sources as The Tibetan Book of the Dead, however it is made up moment by moment, contradiction is an iron necessity, as is silliness, and as is ponderousness.
You must carry on out of nowhere, for you there is no such thing as cohesion. Continual dismantling throughout the process, but also repetition, variation, echoes, ripples, gears shifting, a complex machine, and not understanding any of it.
For anything to be said, error is born right away, life is erroneousness, a pulse is a living error, a dymanic normalcy exists only for others, my normalcy shall be dull, ponderous, like moth balls, hair balls, a crown of thorns.
The ground is groundless, the topic is non-existent, the purpose is silly, the content is bleak, a thousand ways to say anything, all by themselves is false, much much more ways to say nothing, and nothing will prevail at the penultimate moment.
What you just read above was some pretty shoddy pseudo psycho babble, i leave it here and choose not to delete it as a reminder in the future to see how far my journey which started today took me. Not everything is false, but it was coming from a deeply confused individual with a problem he still had't begun to address. If there are any further thoughts below i hope for ever more and more clarity.
Thanks for reading, have an awesome day/night, love you all :)
When you become inordinately self aware you become more idiotic than when you were unaware, this is why people say or used to say - just be yourself, not - just think about being yourself.
If one idealizes ruining the mind like i did above, it is better to run with it like in football, having paused, i have allowed myself to being tackled .... 1st and 10, a new start, but now i'm at 3rd and 8, and my kicker is down with the flu.
Find a theme, phrase, mantra, stick with it, let it develop, what you can do in the long run is unthinkable now, Chicago wasn't blown apart in a day.
Even though my eyes could use some visine, i'd rather ride a bull in the desert than go to the trouble of tending to my eyes, that is what rest and meditation is for, and exercising the aesthetic appreciation devices programmed in yer not for posterity's sake.
Objectivity in the news media is like recieving a hug from a loved one, or a bit of smack to a junkie who's been stuck in the 12 steps for longer than they can.
There is too much let into the sensorium, lacking a real desert, i go inside, deep inside to the non tactile desert and sweat out the excess and emerge renewed and ready to soak more sensations up, this cyclic lifestyle is divine, i share it with despots and mystics, monsters and angels, the mentally challenged, and the spoiled.
I had a dream where we all looked longingly at the top of tall buildings, because heat rises.
(i'll stop with these thoughts today, hoping everyone has a great week, with love from the great white north ....:)
oh how can i stop, i'll edit in more right here
Enshrining the commonplace causes it to be too common, like a dirty pair of underwear, be on guard.
Look at moments in your life as represented in symphonic terms, feel the thrilling ominousness of the sounds emanating from your less than savory predicaments then!
Normal processing says - untrained exercise equates to leading astray, the wise aren't led astray, they have a sort of anti virus shot they took that morning or every first Wednesday of the month. Thanks to this all one can say in a spirit of reckless abandon is harmless, even if evil intent was woven into it. Wisdom is geared towards the good, even though to be wise is serpentine.
The allure of tragic figures is how enigmatic they become when faced with fresh problems.
To learn - to witness how one morphs, and to morph differently in the future.
Assuming one is a clutz, it would be a supernatural sign if a constant observer of said clutz would hear no sudden vehement curses coming from their lips. A footnote refutation of morals and religion, sinning is natural, to go and sin no more is as nonsensical as a gob of spit to make important decisions in the rat race we call life.
When the mind body and soul are all contaminated, you need to do a pilgrimage, or something similar, or you'll end up just like hamburger meat, or is becoming hamburger meat the reward of all rewards, the dearest prize?
To promote mushiness, where one cannot anymore think, where the nervous system collapses, to find a nice window to gaze out all the time without moving, the passing of time is nil in a sensory way, you are in infinity, lost to everything created.
A silly purpose, an elaborate joke, the core must be warm and fuzzy, like SNL skits for the unborn.
The period of time for learning is resting in chaos.
The dizziness of freedom, it's not safe to do anything, keep actions to a minimum, pound the brain everyday into mushy obedience, strive for the blank infinity that stares at nothing, and is nothing, at one with nothing, or at zero with nothing. Cessation of awareness, the 2nd death won't be experienced.
Admire nothing is a harsh demand, there's 2 kinds of admirations, 1) of the virtuous and 2) of the vices, the former nourish, the latter entertain, empty entertainment. The process of transubstantiating into hamburger is complex, and requires a network of movements that evoke the commutors of a metropolis, and the infrastructure, the lights, the plumbing, and this is the reversal of learning, it's an individualistic ritual lifestyle loosely inspired by such sources as The Tibetan Book of the Dead, however it is made up moment by moment, contradiction is an iron necessity, as is silliness, and as is ponderousness.
You must carry on out of nowhere, for you there is no such thing as cohesion. Continual dismantling throughout the process, but also repetition, variation, echoes, ripples, gears shifting, a complex machine, and not understanding any of it.
For anything to be said, error is born right away, life is erroneousness, a pulse is a living error, a dymanic normalcy exists only for others, my normalcy shall be dull, ponderous, like moth balls, hair balls, a crown of thorns.
The ground is groundless, the topic is non-existent, the purpose is silly, the content is bleak, a thousand ways to say anything, all by themselves is false, much much more ways to say nothing, and nothing will prevail at the penultimate moment.
What you just read above was some pretty shoddy pseudo psycho babble, i leave it here and choose not to delete it as a reminder in the future to see how far my journey which started today took me. Not everything is false, but it was coming from a deeply confused individual with a problem he still had't begun to address. If there are any further thoughts below i hope for ever more and more clarity.
Thanks for reading, have an awesome day/night, love you all :)
When you become inordinately self aware you become more idiotic than when you were unaware, this is why people say or used to say - just be yourself, not - just think about being yourself.
If one idealizes ruining the mind like i did above, it is better to run with it like in football, having paused, i have allowed myself to being tackled .... 1st and 10, a new start, but now i'm at 3rd and 8, and my kicker is down with the flu.
Find a theme, phrase, mantra, stick with it, let it develop, what you can do in the long run is unthinkable now, Chicago wasn't blown apart in a day.
Even though my eyes could use some visine, i'd rather ride a bull in the desert than go to the trouble of tending to my eyes, that is what rest and meditation is for, and exercising the aesthetic appreciation devices programmed in yer not for posterity's sake.
Objectivity in the news media is like recieving a hug from a loved one, or a bit of smack to a junkie who's been stuck in the 12 steps for longer than they can.
There is too much let into the sensorium, lacking a real desert, i go inside, deep inside to the non tactile desert and sweat out the excess and emerge renewed and ready to soak more sensations up, this cyclic lifestyle is divine, i share it with despots and mystics, monsters and angels, the mentally challenged, and the spoiled.
I had a dream where we all looked longingly at the top of tall buildings, because heat rises.
