mikes steaming, lyrical droplets falling from my fingers, speakers bomb’n on all you tunnel thinkers, veracity is more than your fakes smiles can hand you, chemical warfare, bombs in the streets, im light’n this bitch up read it and weep, comin’ at you with 5th dimensional suggestions, putting every single one of you in question, what faith you have now you simple fucker? ill bury you all with every wall street broker, economic turmoil you no nothing son, clinical homicide will be the next to come. justify your electorate, justify my gun, bolt it, cock it, hold it and run. Nigga i’ll give you something your mouth cant out run. mythical thoughts it’s nothing new ill strike you down, Zeus too, masterful collection of lightning concepts, ringing the toll of this immortal soul, climbing the bells and watching the shells. I snipe each one of you bitch nigga’s right through your dome cells. breaking you down laughing hysterical, look what America has done to its fellow.
honestly the only way I know how to start this is a little edgy so please hold on to your overbearing grips on reality, tightly fold them, and place them safely in your back pocket. You won’t be needing them on this exercise.
I have found myself slipping away into a catacomb of my mind that rarely finds it’s way to the surface to breathe. It’s a permanent downturn and sharp swivels upward into an abstract thought process that many people despise me for. So first off, if you are one of those people.. FUCK OFF!! I have a healthy imagination, and hunger for more knowledge, it will certainly be the death of me. I will never be happy until I have a complete mental process defined for everyone around me. I refuse to feel out of control. IF you can control someone’s reality you control the very essence of time itself. when you can manipulate someone’s thought process, you can bring a sense of understanding to the abstract. I hate everyone. see that one sentence already had you asking yourself, who is this hot headed egotistical bastard? I will tell you. I am Justin, I am king of my mind. And yes I am egotistical, conniving, hot headed, shit worthy, despicable, and a bastard. I deserve nothing but the hell I bring myself in life. Have you met me?
More than my omnipotence, I have an even deadlier trait. A heart. A bleeding, beating muscle. That is all it is. A muscle.
I have no sly allegory, no twisted metaphor, I have nothing but the thousands of thoughts that I have racing through my brain. They are my voices and each one has it’s own personality. You never know which one will be there to light your way.
I have found myself slipping into a perpetuating rut of mental stress, physical fatigue, and I find my faith very distant. not faith in god or a person. But my faith in humanity. The faith that i can go to bed at night hoping to not wake up to an overpopulated planet full of bumbling idiots. Seems we may have a problem there..
what the fuck are people thinking? lets produce large amounts of government owned and regulated materials of mind alteration, throw them into a crowd of inept mother fuckers. Yes we are the lab rats. and by we i mean you.
your mind’s ability to conform should be your main reason to transform. Leading a life built around the very fabric and stitching of socialism leaves you a populous destined to fall into inferiority. Fear and consumption run your lives. I will never know bliss, you will never behold the light, though one thing will befall us both. Passivity to all things, one mind won’t change a world. -myself
I have never had and urge so strong to scream out at the world until now. i have no clear thought pattern i am sporadic in every essence. If you want mental whiplash please, by all means, come see me.
I love smoking dope, it keeps me sane. It kills my dreams, slows my mind, clears my thought. If not for it i would have lost my mind years ago.
I hate knowing love. you can only know it after it is gone. but in fact. that is some bullshit! love is love is love. You can try a tag a reference, a definition, an idea, everyone could give you a pro or a con. And there would still be not decent explanation for what this word is. No one can hold you too a contract of love.
open ends and deathly points make jack a dull boy.
standing alone in a sea of green, purple, pink, and yellow. The ever present solemn cry of wind tearing through my soul. Where has my youthful lust gone? My ever present domination and perserverance. I look on as time silently swirls past, my dreams and desires fall short under circumstantial idocies. Idiocies I have brought on myself. I feel as if there is something in the works, my mind races to a beat never matched. Too much to diffuse I feel it is only time till I implode. My soul depressively staggers behind me, as a shadow in the winter dusk. This coma, it runs me. It breathes my very energy, my passion, my love.
religion is a structured way of providing people with an "indirect humanism," so to speak; really, the faith aspect is neutral. i don't have a problem with the idea of faith in general or specifically. i was positing questions i was thinking about just hoping to make others think some. :] i certainly don't mean to offend anyone (not suggesting you took offense).
oh i agree! but the capital-T Truth is about life **before** death.
thus it is on us: we consciously get to decide what does and does not have meaning.
we've created everything we know except what is here. we made up maths and laws of physics to explain the constraints to our existence that we can observe and "measure," as we like to say. and that's just as fanciful as a Lord who created everything. we just get to decide what to believe to be as happy as possible, i guess.
my problem is that i'm unsatisfied because i know the illusion we've made, but i don't have any comprehension of what can be said to exist outside of this because it would also only be a flawed description, being only describable in words i know to describe something outside of vocabulary, just as it is outside our science and maths.
So I’m finishing out my two weeks here at the hospital. It really is unreal to me, I have spent five years of my life pouring my soul into my work. It seems that maybe I will miss this place after all. It has been a huge step in my life/career. One more weekend and I’m done.
Now that, that downer part of my day is over with there are many things to look forward too. It seems rather odd this mental state I’m in. Numb nor angry fit the description. I feel like something major is in the works or happening soon. The problem is I just can’t quite fathom it’s description.
So it has been nearly a week since my father finally decided to jump back in my life, truthfully I have no idea what to say. It has been the one thing that I have always contemplated and now seems to be the hardest thing to wrap my head around. The disappointment of him never being there was much easier than, he knew where and what I was doing but could never man up to his responsibilities. I refuse for myself to ever abandon my kids. Troublesome past is nothing to describe it. Yeah I am whining but fuck it. I just refuse, it is beyond my vast comprehension. When I man decides that he has nothing to do with his creation, I believe he loses his soul. No, not all marriages work out, but that is no excuse to leave your two year old child. Deny he/she the life they so truly deserve. Drop them off into poverty and demise, then show back up when they are grown. Hey dumbass, the hard part is over, wake up and smell the Indica!! ~_~ general