Jun 2020
I'm indifferent about this place.
I wish that existence's nothing would swallow this shallow apparition and that I could live high inside of a cloud on a planet that had none of the miscarriages that we call modernized life, for existence's sake, on a star that burned out before this was readable.
But that's just what's on my mind right now...
I know that from a human being's conception to their demise that they are pressing their consciousnesses into an image that's being totally misconstrued, and I know that that's no way to live, but it's life.
Now time to add to my story; see you in another 13.8 billion years so I can regale your consciousnesses built within their chemically responsive fold's housings, or perhaps rather a (for a lack of a better word) reconfigurable differently shaped cranium, or whatever non human jelly fish like organism then which would hold thee, but irregardless this is English and you have nothing to show for it but the allegations of judgment and communal stigmata that you probably don't even care to understand, nor bother to know why it even existed in the first place.
Simile if you know what's on your mind every time you have something to say on this plagiarist's controlled orientated platform created by the people that some guy alive at some point ripped off and was sold to some other people that don't give a **** about their own lights.
Like if you like.
Comment only if you want your insanity to be on display.
Don't understand if you don't understand, or at least if you don't want to.
The mind is real.
Reality is real.
People often don't understand either of those two things, whether it be conditioning, or that it's a fire to bright to look into that they'd be happy with their average deaths.
Then that's that, but that's neither here nor there. It's in both places at the same time and a rant can be called such, but if I summed it down to one word I'd be called crazy.
So I won't let you in on it love.
I wish that existence's nothing would swallow this shallow apparition and that I could live high inside of a cloud on a planet that had none of the miscarriages that we call modernized life, for existence's sake, on a star that burned out before this was readable.
But that's just what's on my mind right now...
I know that from a human being's conception to their demise that they are pressing their consciousnesses into an image that's being totally misconstrued, and I know that that's no way to live, but it's life.
Now time to add to my story; see you in another 13.8 billion years so I can regale your consciousnesses built within their chemically responsive fold's housings, or perhaps rather a (for a lack of a better word) reconfigurable differently shaped cranium, or whatever non human jelly fish like organism then which would hold thee, but irregardless this is English and you have nothing to show for it but the allegations of judgment and communal stigmata that you probably don't even care to understand, nor bother to know why it even existed in the first place.
Simile if you know what's on your mind every time you have something to say on this plagiarist's controlled orientated platform created by the people that some guy alive at some point ripped off and was sold to some other people that don't give a **** about their own lights.
Like if you like.
Comment only if you want your insanity to be on display.
Don't understand if you don't understand, or at least if you don't want to.
The mind is real.
Reality is real.
People often don't understand either of those two things, whether it be conditioning, or that it's a fire to bright to look into that they'd be happy with their average deaths.
Then that's that, but that's neither here nor there. It's in both places at the same time and a rant can be called such, but if I summed it down to one word I'd be called crazy.
So I won't let you in on it love.
