.i never sought to see a vision of god, only his shadow, as i never seeked to hear his voice, but only the whisper, of his thought: and it thus expressed, morally convened: for i am by pentagram bound to say: it, all is, right before me - the world and all that deservers a master, and the one who is willing to reciprocate, whether doubt-ridden or doubtless, whether infuriated by prayer, or a militant denier.
better to exfoliate in one's vices,
than cherish one's virtues,
better to acknowledge one's ills
that champion one's graces -
to acknowledge one's burdens
is also to carry less gold
of the accomplished talents.
besides, i am thinking of the bigger picture,
am i part of something greater?
greater as in: the universal plan...
hell no!
i'm part of a horde,
a horde that's been waiting for the next
tool album - 13 years and it's still
another 2 months till its release...
i'll make sure to buy it on vinyl,
after all... all vinyl purchases
come with a code that lets you download
a digital copy...
but i've been thristy for some
modern prog rock (metal, etc.) -
and it's not like i ever got into
muse - no twilight saga inspiration
to see here, sorry stephanie -
i just don't dig their ****,
the screeching vocals...
no, my uncle, a gen Xer,
and, as m.g.t.o.w. as you can be...
he once once said that simon gallup was
one of the best bass guitarists in music,
i'm not even going to mention
the red hot chilli man... pointless...
but... for my generation,
the "dreaded millenials"... no other akin
to justin chancellor...
bass is so important,
so so important: you need that space
in between the drums and the rhythm guitar...
******* solo all you want:
you don't have decent engineering
on the bass, so that it's prominent -
you have jackshit...
on another point of interest...
i once heard a h'american voodoo satanist blah blah
treat the concept (not a theory) of solipsism
as a mental illness...
well... tell that to a schizophrenic...
if the drugs don't work to hush out
the claustro-**** affair of not being
the only person (voice) inside his own head?
a bit... cluttered, wouldn't you say?
but imagine, beside the drugs...
engaging a schizophrenic into meditating
solipsism...
one tier above atheism from my
perspective, it's a binary schematic...
an atheist represents: 0,
a schizophrenic represents: 1...
why is that?
the atheist is trying to plug a hole...
a schizophrenic is trying to salvage
his: self...
ideal representation...
i think: much more productive in ensuring
**** sticks together, finding your self (the reflective
form), to later express yourself (the reflexive
form) of it-self...
i always found atheism
to be so arrogant, boring,
barely sniffing at the feet of a bow...
it almost makes me admire the way muslims
pray... i once cried at the beauty
of an adhan...
so... the right kind of islam is...
in a way: titillating me...
ah... ****... it will never work...
i like this quote:
some people live to eat,
while others: eat, to live...
i guess i'm of the latter persuasion...
a decent stew, nothing fancy,
even today i had the saliva for a parisian
pancake... so i made myself a parisian
pancake... with melted cheese and ham
and a tomato and chilli radish...
kiwi cider... i just love how some spirits
and the weaker stuff all have a story...
**** me, they even enjoy dabbling
in phonetics (ohld-moot-sy-der) -
old mout (mawt) cider... get it right kiwis...
pineapple & **** rasberry...
and it even has a name...
would you believe it?!
a trending topic...
nice... alongside when ms. amber jumps
into that ginger ale jacuzzi?
a fine, fine evening is waiting for me
at the end of a day and into the night...
but, the kiwis did get one thing right...
unlike all the nanny propaganda
placed on most bottles in england...
please drink responsibly
2.0 units...
but... there is no message from
the "chief": medical examiner...
responsible adults should not exceed
a daily consumption of alcohol
men 3 - 4 units daily
women 2 -3 units daily...
me? for the past few years?
roughly 40 units daily...
but wow... look at all this poo'etry...
the kiwi cider company considers
only two acts as discrediting you from
drinking responsibly...
there's a whittle picture of a pregnant
woman enclosed by red circle
and a / in it... a big no no...
and?
a whittle picture of a car:
and as already stated...
i get bothered when people ask:
how much? how much?
it's even my brain,
or my liver...
if i can get a decent amount
of sleep each and every night,
my liver can **** itself;
there's nothing worse than bouts
of chronic insomnia that lead you toward
staying awake for nearly 48 hours
and still unable to feel tired,
that's when the hallucinations start
creeping in,
but at least in a more stable environment...
more in vitro than in vivo...
no safer environment to hallucinate when
sleeping: hence calling it dreaming...
it's like these hallucination are like gut
bacteria of the brain...
they need to express themselves
to the brain after a certain threshold
of staying awake is breached...
not fun...
p.s. **** rhyming poetry,
sure, it's cute, it was great when
Dante did it... but i don't see all the great
masters from Ovid through to Hesiod and past
Horace doing it...
cute poetry doesn't satisfy the thirst
for something, on the lines of: epic.
