Tag: time

Colorful and Expressive

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I know you can see me within yourself; hiding deep within the back of your eye sockets. The ways of using metaphors and and muted euphemisms has ceased. I will now only communicate to you within the depths of black and white transparency. Straightforwardness. Time is running out to be colorful and expressive. You and I now only have time to act. Action can be somewhat difficult for those who do not have their thoughts in order. You must protect your mind from the poisons of everything which has the words ‘mainstream’ and ‘social’ attached to it. These poisons were developed for the sole (soul) purpose of degrading your thoughts, health, circumstances, but most of all: your consciousness.

During the hours of my daily life, when I find myself interacting with those of the external world; this is when I find myself fully enraptured with extreme dread. It is the knowing that the majority of those within the external world are hive mindless zombies, who will do explicitly what they are told. It is a different experience when these zombies are directly in your face; regurgitating their illogical ideologies to you one at a time. They parrot their illiberal taking points they have been brainwashed into believing, without any proof of their ideologies efficacy. This is when I fully come to understand just how fucked we are as a society, nation, and species.

Wake the fuck up, before it’s too late to do so!

To Live and Die

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Destiny. Solitude. Freedom. Unity. Survival. Independence. Country. Salvation. Religion. Self-reliance. Purpose. Love. Meaning. Faith. Fortitude. Knowing. Universal. Self-seeking. Rigidity. Constitution. Surrender. Standing death. Kneeling life.

What is it exactly are you willing to live and die for?

Do you even know?

Have you even thought about it?

Who are you, and what is your purpose for living this finite life?

At this very moment, the distractions are smothering you, your thoughts, and your life.

What are you currently doing to free yourself from the propagandized distractions, which are currently suffocating the very life right out from your being?

Then it is probably time for you to realize you don’t have much time left, and get your shit together.

This Sudden Compulsion

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I will sit alone sometimes with the lights turned off; solitarily thinking about my life in the darkness. I will suddenly have a compulsion from within. This sudden compulsion makes me stand upright; wanting to throw myself out into the world. This is when I remember and acknowledge to myself; I have nowhere to go. When I talk to, or approach people is public, a look of dread and fear befalls upon their face; thinking I am death, and I have come to take them away with me. The fear these people display is certainly uncalled for. I am not there to kill them where they stand, as I will more than likely wait until there is no one else around; making sure there are no eye witnesses. Not really. I am actually quite harmless most of the time. But to these people, I do not seem to be. They do not know I am talking to them for some sort of human contact. This contact is not due to loneliness, or attention seeking, on the contrary; I do not need people in my life, and I have never experienced loneliness. I approach these people as a form of practice. By doing so, I do not get rusty when I do need to talk to someone when it is necessary. When I am standing there with the lights off, and this compulsion is running hurriedly through me; I think about going out and rummaging through this disgusting dying world. Once I run through all of my previous experiences of going out into the world; I usually arrive at the same conclusion I have always arrived at: it is all a waste of my precious time. Once I remember my previous outings into society, this is when I sit back down. I will sit there quietly; closing my eyes, thinking and fantasizing about a world which does not reject me, in the way I have come to reject it.

EGO

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The longing. The belonging. The symphonic appetite of might versus right. Wrong does not exist when might is starving. Butterfly wings when Nature sings Her songs of goodbyes. Fractured sensations bring about late revelations, of what was always known. The subtle hands of thirsty glands, will pour forth upon one’s stained Life’s sands. The confusion is not a delusion within the realm of substitution, as it is pouring forth the waste and haste from one’s inner contusion. One can feel the essence of Life dripping down from their hand, as the power is thick from within Life’s gland; providing it is being giving a tight enough squeeze. Life will squeeze you at specific times within your Life. This is when you might want to squeeze Life right back. Don’t worry, Life will not take it personally as you always seem to do. Life knows better than that. The human ego always seems to get in the way of one’s Life. Maybe when we stop living through our ego, we will begin to start living Life.