I really need to get back to that time not so long ago when
I used to do this! Fucking this, tap tap taping at random keys on a keyboard,
getting in to touch with the Jinn that bit me last night, oh, shit, about ten
years ago, I was twenty six, and doing this like a maniac, writing. I think
that the writer only gets better over time, the longer one is alive, the more
one realizes ones potential, and limitations. Fuck this, I’m going to write
everyone a little story about opportunities and possibilities, looking back and
thinking of the time when that little girl ruled my life, and afterwards, when
I was truly set free in creativity, and endurance. I’m immortal now, this time,
touching these magical keys just as I once did a decade ago. It’s really not that
hard, all you have to do is remember that fucking bitch who bit you last night,
the whore that slept with you, fucking you, not you fucking her. She’s inside
me all the time. I’m not sick but I’m not well, and I’m so hot, ‘cause I’m in
hell. Been all around the world and found that only stupid are breeding. DMT,
something that I really would like to try, is inside me all the time, and I’ve
learned how to access the spirit molecule without taking anything, just doing
this, angelic communion with killing my mind, and escaping into these simple
words that battle through the ages of fables and reconstructions, Brittney
Spears is nuts, and so am, therefore we should get married, the god damn this
fucking shit, and when you rule the material world, you have something inside
you like a fire that will never go out, never because I have ruled the
landscapes that you may call the kingdom of troubled elves that move these
walls, indications that the outer space alterations have stayed with me over
these years. Rational indications that
the Emmanual Swedenborg within, speaks through me now, if I want Him to, I am
the Voice of God, and when the mutations of my name are thrown around the rooms
of anarchy, during times of attempted reconstruction of the paradoxical forces
that are attempting right now, toyou’re your mind like a rational beast of
Islam within, whatever it is, whatever it is. And with that, here’s your little story! Yes, yes, this is it. It
will come down on you like the one who never ever tried to see through you, as
if it were a chosen fantasy of yours that the potential conglomerate of your
mind. The church bells ring, here them ring, cleanse your spirit, and open your
eyes, this is the time when the hand of God reaches out to me, holding me
nearer, seeing my blessings that I have achieved through natural selection. I’m
smarter than most people, doesn’t that just feel wonderful, well, not
especially, when you don’t even hear her in the wind, I’m doing this right now
with my eyes closed, singing the anthem of God’s constructions, in the mind’s
lair of Golden Girl Parodies, and drinking cup after cup of coffee, like
Voltaire on a Davenport, standing next to his Masonic Brothers in gleaming anticipations
of the Golden Dawn of Yeats, speak to me now, you little devil, you little
fucking devil’s spawn, mutant boy, too smart for the world you live in, that is
actually allot simpler than you really think it is. Most people are not even
aware of anything at all, aside from the careful readers, and writers of the
intricate domes of collecting various articles of things, pop culture, dreams,
drugs, become a sponge, pic things up, and write about them, the ceiling potential
is unlimited, just beware, that the ease of this mission, is only because you
signed that contract with me, oh, here they come, delusions, rampant delusions,
that fill your mind, and trample on your soul, just like that time I impaled
those girls. Isn’t that a terrible beauty?
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