Got stuck in a mental storm after a long day of gray weather.

(Becoming the uncomprehending monster I've seen in everyone else who interprets based on ideologies and words set in stone...)

Making demands on my spark of life; demands that will not happen...

Making myself a list of disservices. Waiting for motivation? Become caressing and inoffensive to the masses?

(Know what keeps everyone dead. It's the suppressed hatred based on other people's ideas.)



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Living in an intervention from all time in Reality; having been too alive and practiced myself to freedom in my sacrificial rite. It's still quite beautiful here in the silence; with a filter of blurred nature.


Something is gaining strength.