With each breath I breathe I challenge the status quo, be authentic, be imperfect, be honest.  With each heartbeat I challenge the concept of time, in perpetuity in this moment, blessed and sacred, the past, the future, and all experiences.  
With each step I challenge, the monotony, the indifferent, the cynic, be it by smiles, be it the silent observer, be it my open minded disposition.  
With each thought I challenge, pseudo-complexities, faux friends, false alliances, spiteful relatives, fake loyalists, and shady lovers, be like water, powerful, assertive, submissive, and passive.  
With each emotion I challenge, the indoctrinated, the subservient, the living dead, the disempowered, and the prosthleziers, by being kind, by expressing love, by displaying compassion and ceasing moments of opportunities.  
With each savory taste of sustenance I chew in amazement and marvel at the texture and the sensation of uami, be it decadence, be it bliss, be it hedonistic.
With each choice made, I celebrate my free will, with every decision, I honor my freedom I challenge the unseen prisons, the culture of maniacal psychopaths, and the assassination of the sacred and cultural genocide.
With my constitution, I challenge those that dare to live, to thrive, to love, to conquer, to ascend, and to create.

Live or Die, there is no in between.  

Contemplate and hold in disgust the doings of everyday experiences, tis a chore, not a celebrated ritual.  

Often times, my ears are spoiled by the noise of whimpers of weakness, those who speak much about nothing squirm to find comfort in their own skin, critics of lived experiences, less than divine judgment givers, soul crushers, spirit thieves, those ******* body despisers.  

The pursuit of happiness is only an exercise in futility, with exception of accepting, just be.  

Those unsatisfied the with the sacredness of breath, those that dwell in the abyss and wonder about the unquenchable thirst of an alcoholic palate, or yearn to taste uami from digesting chemistry sets, such ugliness that is exudes from an attitude so pristine.  

I dare to die each day in that way I would know what it is like to live.  Today, I sped past by the flock of sheep, going only 110 miles per hour