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Musings of a God awful waste-of-space dumb degenerated low life failure of the week degenerated mal-adjusted freak.
Today i woke up and "let the morning kiss my eyes"...woke up with a strange natural overdose...Lately i've been living within a strange concept... at first I thought it was just my mind that was living inside it, but now i realize it has been my reality on the past weeks... I do hate when i don't have really the sense of reality, and when reality catches up... It's like an awakening, sometimes a bad one and i hoped that there would be a good one...Hope is the present pain that make us try again.. To the day it was the first good... Good not because of making me feel good but because it made me understand...So an alternative way of being good.
When i ask people if they ever rode a rainbow, they usually look at me with a puzzled look... Most of them think i'm crazy... Well, most do, anyways. Without any out of the box concept.... Rainbows only appear when a very well aligned set of events happen... let's call it coincidences...no..let's call it "right things".... Since I believe in only one thing to be really perfect without taking or putting anything on it... Nature as Gaia as the heart...and the soul as the Anima Mundi where we all are...a rainbow in some part of a perfect plan... While riding a rainbow an embryo of thought came to me..."I still can make a revolution upon myself (...) and take a revolutionary step of my own"... Each step I take riding it... I feel more safe... Riding a rainbow is going up to the topmost of it and going down to the gold pot that is somewhere over the rainbow... Like a passion that grows up until it goes down in .... and if the subject does not fall from the rainbow because of it disappearing... when it goes down it will have lesser passion but it will find love... as that is the gold pot...All fears of slipping down the rainbow become more evident as we start reaching the end... it feels like "bobsleighing through the space...and smiling silent...with colours melting down... in rubber highways"...Feels like i'm a dreaming spaceman...diving in the deep blue trying to find you...All this makes me realize i am not a member of this world... I am a member of an alternative world where "Only moments are eternal, not the blood nor the tears I cry"...And while i ride it "I'm not scared, i'm alive...I don't care what if, ...I don't care why..".. and even before i never rode it with so much conviction...so much anti-illusion...It never felt like this before...it came pretty close... but i always doubted my thoughts... now i don't...Today i woke up with a natural overdose of dopamine... and people still look at me like i'm some kind of freak...like I was drugged..just because i'm happy...but I don't care...i'm alive...maybe it will only last one minute...but that can be enough to walk and to smile... to walk and to die...don't need any more medicated and peaceful moments... now there will be no surrender...I've stopped being a bag for jabbing pins and renew my faith and fallen in love with life again...Now i can only thank the Cigarette Smoking Man and his musings about life and a box of chocolates... for he teached me how to have musings of myself...the morning went away...but It didn't last only one minute...It will last as long as I can...
LY
I've released my demons trapped inside of me burning my head...and i'll keep on riding every rainbow towards her for she is somewhere over the rainbow where the blue birds that fill my dreams sing songs that will bring joy...
written by me on my dark diary inside The Temple of the Agnostic Christ
Today i woke up and "let the morning kiss my eyes"...woke up with a strange natural overdose...Lately i've been living within a strange concept... at first I thought it was just my mind that was living inside it, but now i realize it has been my reality on the past weeks... I do hate when i don't have really the sense of reality, and when reality catches up... It's like an awakening, sometimes a bad one and i hoped that there would be a good one...Hope is the present pain that make us try again.. To the day it was the first good... Good not because of making me feel good but because it made me understand...So an alternative way of being good.
When i ask people if they ever rode a rainbow, they usually look at me with a puzzled look... Most of them think i'm crazy... Well, most do, anyways. Without any out of the box concept.... Rainbows only appear when a very well aligned set of events happen... let's call it coincidences...no..let's call it "right things".... Since I believe in only one thing to be really perfect without taking or putting anything on it... Nature as Gaia as the heart...and the soul as the Anima Mundi where we all are...a rainbow in some part of a perfect plan... While riding a rainbow an embryo of thought came to me..."I still can make a revolution upon myself (...) and take a revolutionary step of my own"... Each step I take riding it... I feel more safe... Riding a rainbow is going up to the topmost of it and going down to the gold pot that is somewhere over the rainbow... Like a passion that grows up until it goes down in .... and if the subject does not fall from the rainbow because of it disappearing... when it goes down it will have lesser passion but it will find love... as that is the gold pot...All fears of slipping down the rainbow become more evident as we start reaching the end... it feels like "bobsleighing through the space...and smiling silent...with colours melting down... in rubber highways"...Feels like i'm a dreaming spaceman...diving in the deep blue trying to find you...All this makes me realize i am not a member of this world... I am a member of an alternative world where "Only moments are eternal, not the blood nor the tears I cry"...And while i ride it "I'm not scared, i'm alive...I don't care what if, ...I don't care why..".. and even before i never rode it with so much conviction...so much anti-illusion...It never felt like this before...it came pretty close... but i always doubted my thoughts... now i don't...Today i woke up with a natural overdose of dopamine... and people still look at me like i'm some kind of freak...like I was drugged..just because i'm happy...but I don't care...i'm alive...maybe it will only last one minute...but that can be enough to walk and to smile... to walk and to die...don't need any more medicated and peaceful moments... now there will be no surrender...I've stopped being a bag for jabbing pins and renew my faith and fallen in love with life again...Now i can only thank the Cigarette Smoking Man and his musings about life and a box of chocolates... for he teached me how to have musings of myself...the morning went away...but It didn't last only one minute...It will last as long as I can...
LY
I've released my demons trapped inside of me burning my head...and i'll keep on riding every rainbow towards her for she is somewhere over the rainbow where the blue birds that fill my dreams sing songs that will bring joy...
written by me on my dark diary inside The Temple of the Agnostic Christ