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a bunch of balderdash was unexpectedly passed to me. i was uneasily swayed and betrayed, bathed and betrothed to the concept of pain. a sinister inexperienced trend-setter skillfully explained the differences that we would need to notice in order to conquer our adversaries. i'm not making any of this up, i'm instinctively aware of the repercussions and the ramifications inherent in the plan of action that i've chosen. i'm walking with a funny gait right through the gate of reason. a sunny fate in this summer season. i'm well seasoned, an expert, a seven headed hydra bellowing and terrifying commoners. no common sense is clearly revealed in this situation. i've tried so hard to explain the reason for my hesitation. i'm numb to the accusations. i'm innocent and stubborn. i'm a well placed chess piece, obstructing justice for my own selfish ends. i'm an indecipherable message that the universe sends to itself in the vain hope that someday someone up to the task can decode me and float with me on a raft. drinking seawater and eating algae, seeing slaughter and joking with me. this is a cosmic comedy, and i'm laughing on the inside. my insides are rotten and corrupt. my parasites thrive on my filthy organs. i'm more disease than human. i'm like a fluffy cloud of pollution obstructing the sun. i'm no fun. i don't give a damn or a toss. this journal is my albatross.
there's no reason we can't have any fun. there's a lot to get excited about. empty minds are susceptible to psychedelic experiences. denial of animal impulses is an interesting experiment. harness the power of your limitless potential and try your best to enjoy the short time on earth that you have left.
living in squalor, a maid in a manor wallowed in a mire. her hair was made of wire. i expected her to stare when i offered her my care, but the lady just perspired. i noticed the beads of sweat developing on her epidermis and offered her a kiss. she shunned me and sank into the quicksand. this is something i can't understand.
galvanized with the energy that we've finally accepted, we feel exceptional and uplifted. we're functional and gifted with the benefits we rightfully deserve. we drive fast and swerve on the road of life. we live by the sword and dine by the knife. a slicing motion is necessary to cut the meat we crave. the tasty treat we eat is making me its slave. i'm not strong enough to resist the burning desire and the hardwired neural pathways. i'm not at ease discussing this, my knees are weak, i feel amiss. a somewhat masochistic emotional daydream robbed me of my ability to discern the differences between systems of thought that i know exist. how perplexing! how cute! how very much like a cyst! ripe, red, and ready to go! i'm enjoying this process more than i should. there's a desire for domination and a taste for the sweet. there is a certain something on my mind that i can't express fully. assassinating ideas and giving birth to skewed, new, cruel and glorious thoughts is virtuous enough to me. at ease.
there's no reason we can't have any fun. there's a lot to get excited about. empty minds are susceptible to psychedelic experiences. denial of animal impulses is an interesting experiment. harness the power of your limitless potential and try your best to enjoy the short time on earth that you have left.
living in squalor, a maid in a manor wallowed in a mire. her hair was made of wire. i expected her to stare when i offered her my care, but the lady just perspired. i noticed the beads of sweat developing on her epidermis and offered her a kiss. she shunned me and sank into the quicksand. this is something i can't understand.
galvanized with the energy that we've finally accepted, we feel exceptional and uplifted. we're functional and gifted with the benefits we rightfully deserve. we drive fast and swerve on the road of life. we live by the sword and dine by the knife. a slicing motion is necessary to cut the meat we crave. the tasty treat we eat is making me its slave. i'm not strong enough to resist the burning desire and the hardwired neural pathways. i'm not at ease discussing this, my knees are weak, i feel amiss. a somewhat masochistic emotional daydream robbed me of my ability to discern the differences between systems of thought that i know exist. how perplexing! how cute! how very much like a cyst! ripe, red, and ready to go! i'm enjoying this process more than i should. there's a desire for domination and a taste for the sweet. there is a certain something on my mind that i can't express fully. assassinating ideas and giving birth to skewed, new, cruel and glorious thoughts is virtuous enough to me. at ease.