You are never here because you die.
You are in your dreams.
You just open your eyes once everyday.
But in one day I die.
So is life just a blink of an eye.
Is this all your past stuck in the future.
Like your head stuck to your body.
Your mind more advance and incontrol of your body telling it what to do.
Yet your body stays here reminds you of the past.
Skull is inside of you meaning you are dead walking.death is immortality as you carry it inside already.fearing death is dying.but if you conquer death you become immortal.

"Blink of an eye is a thought"
You are never here because you die.
You are in your dreams.
You just open your eyes once everyday.
But in one day I die.
So is life just a blink of an eye.
Is this all your past stuck in the future.
Like your head stuck to your body.
Your mind more advance and incontrol of your body telling it what to do.
Yet your body stays here reminds you of the past.
Skull is inside of you meaning you are dead walking.death is immortality as you carry it inside already.fearing death is dying.but if you conquer death you become immortal.

I was amazing.
Genuinely happy.
I was confident, comfortable and enjoying myself.
I was incontrol
I was valued
I was needed
And I was with my family.
I felt safe with Him. With Them. And with everyone else.
It was fabulous.
It was cold.
It was tiring.
And it did not consist of much sleep
But I was happy and comfortable and I got to know Them more.
But it was fun and enjoyable.

But now
With Him gone.
Without Them.
It returns to normal.
It returns to that which I hate.
It is the routine that you cannot seem to break out of.
It is that constant drone of information,
Beig criticized,
And noise.
It is bed, eat, school, sport, homework, eat, sleep, repeat. And it is only music that can get me through. As D said.
But without Him or Them ,
Those who I feel are my family
I am alone.
Because my school friends don't feel like friends at all anymore.
And I can no longer find the motivation to breathe.

I don't know why I crash so badly after beig high,
But I can't take the bad with the good when the good is no longer sweet.
So I turn to my blade,
My only friend to keep.

Up until now, i have never known neutrality as a feeling.
As i am feeling neutral. Motionless, Emotionless .
Feeling as between but not inbetween.
Neutral as in the epicentre of feeling,
Not disregarding any emotions yet having no regard for them irregardlessy.
Not out of control, in control yet incontrol.
It feels like another state of being,
Not inhuman but a state beyond human being.
Not powerful, not powerless but still,
Everything in this state feels still.
It is a natural occuring meditational state, awake,
A state between the yin-and-the-yang.
Everything is equally equilibriumly balanced.
Calmness and peace overcome the whole being,
As this is new to me, i have no grasp nor comprehension.
My feeling is my interpretaion, my interpretation is my feeling.
Neutral.

{Worm-level, u-ring, you, all you, listen, we are in
this is working we are incontrol of a being on
earth, grounded in granite, experienced
broadcaster-influencer, tone suppresser rhea-static,

like a god, a muse, you imagine all you want.
that's what we here fore
muse you mu mark to log you
in good taste,
be knowing you
knowledge, worm-level, gut biome home turf,
gen-you-new whine from the feedback
oh no ohnoohno I tol' u so

so I did a tubular raza vive exploration, down
here were the gut ideas are being tasted,
judged-
we can use this, digest it, push the rest,
alert downline,
fire or fixit.

The history of Christian thought

Beginning with the way it was
baroque

bahroke, all is pretty nice for me
at the moment… how's by you?

can I help? Life its meaning
joy optimistic harmony of bits in order
harmonious use of
Bach
Wagner, the opening in sounds as sure as
skywalker this
war goes on for ever and if we tell the lie

if we tell the lieeeeee long eeeenough
all who hear our trumpets must
bow down,
all who herehear the rich ruling noises must obey,

war is its own reason
flight of the valkeries, without the story, guessers

chaotic down pessimism escape to conquer
coming doom, anxiety, we are not the people,

god is not able to save you, torture
Schopenhauer raging forces
then you,
heroic you awake… ready say ahhhh

duty is, do the being,

survive- over come - mortal learn
We he imagined {Comte did}
we are masters. these who agree with me
deny Kant
particularism has poetic license {AI agree}
positivism, posited, points made particular

daemonic details, a mission missing a single winker;

AI wished this were true. Did You?
Is this your fault?
If so, I am grateful. This is all most of all
I ever wish were true,
you know,

those moments when you feel a message form
in your gut and your brain calls the yoghurt
corps, for corpuscular level intervention

whew, you kuh'got hhhur ttt

we ride out a gurgling wave, eeee ha

! introduce the exclaymation, magic symbol from UR
cune-iformal information spell to be spoken,

read only by the knower's, doncha know,
we coulda known,
we shoulda had that knack woke up, as a child

so's we sow enough good wishes we see good
wishes come our way, one day,

why not now? Is this how
we honor the ideas
we never tame, but
we learn to ride? I think so, it is.