Did you have to do it ?
No
Did you like it?
Some times
Would you do it again?
Without blinking
When is enough?
When my heart stops
Who are you hurting?
Exisistence an meaning
Why are you so angry?
So they fucking wet there pants!
Who are they?
The cruelty,predators,what the glutonus wretched breed~
When you act right or truely selfless what happens?
They tear you apart,piss on the pieces,and devour the steaming pile of stench and filth greedily,without pause off the piss stained gutter
So this pain is your road map?
Hardly fleeting selfimpossed challenge,the tsunami of mental pain its sinking heavy feeling and inescapable gravitous ,the delusions,self loathing,replaying and reliving every hypothetical mistake made in the passing nanoseconds ,now that is your megamonanoacle genious professor or personal guru every one with coin to slinge begs for
Do you have history of mental illness or depression,mania,sciziodphrenia,ect.
Are you calling me a narcarssist Mr. Narrator.
Will be timen for questions at the end even have a survey follow up email exercise.
Lets go for the gullet ,stop the mental masterbation.
Mental masterbation is a misnomer and ass backwarda insult. If you could physically increase the preformance of the grey matter between your ears. By repatative sycronosed breathing,arangements of movements,or acapella mstring theory equations. From polite ego stroking vocal sounds. You wouldn't need an Allfarther.
If i continue to pursue humility,recognize huburis,stay child mindedly curious about minute diffrences in everthing around me. Why they do what they do,how they do,how long,what it takes to ,when they came to be? I never will
What a mighty position show the world I'm a fool and my strenth is my indidifference to incompatance . When the viel is pealed back one becomes he who stands alone.
The chains become my own yet no man ever compeletely cast them off.
Beg to differ they drown in hedonism in weeks. Or I Smite there petulant scrambles at my ivory thrown. Well fed whipping dog will snarl,howl,give his last to be whipped again. The gods are facetiousness,farcicality,drollery. Zannines jest in levity. Gaiety asside its all a tumultuous farce.
I shall have my just deserts!
My spectors make banquet as we speak.
Are we going to unravel the spool of creation?
Are the yarns lean an taunt enough to weave a new reality? Seekers upvote or no conclusoin fellow steamers
