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I feel at times to be uninhibited and open; other times sheltered and in pain. The lonliness I feel is uniquely human; I am fine with that. I use nothing and become armored through experience in the light of constant loss. 98.2

sorrow

Love is pain and nothing more. Our desires mix with false life and we become confused. We lose our way and make bad choices that we regret until were dead and gone forever. That confusion carries to the next life as a representation of our failure to be the people we could have been. I will not be an unhappy ghost!

misuse of self

Those who look and press, will see in time the results of their struggles. What will come is a new role to play that will be far removed from any other. Soon, discomfort will be a daily part of existence and what will inevitably follow is a sea of discontentment, anger, and sacrifice of the soul. It will become so as a result of forced behavior which is the formulation of yet another role to play; one of many. It will become crowded, off center, and extraordinarily boring in nature. 98.2

media hustle

I feel everything all the time, and it is hard. I see the man in the street hustling; I see the woman on street hustling; I see the child on the street hustling, and I see the media on the street hustling. I feel those who dispurse the images we see have an agenda, and that agenda is remarkably unholy. There can be no alliance with unholy things, but we seem to have alligned ourselves with it all. In the process we have become plastic, formulated, and without cause.

clue

I wish to God, Allah, Buddha, anything, that women understand they have a mission in life and it is not to be a subordinant to a fukin man. Woman do not need to try and please soo much. What they need to do is allow themselves to be open to new things and that requires being strong, not fukin stupid. By listening to men, women lose themselves. Soon, they fall into the justification hole; and that is a dark and lonely place filled with emptiness and lies. Is that what life is, emptiness and lies? I should say not. Wake the fuck up!

your lions eyes

Active minds delete that which lies inside if that activity is cyclical in nature. Repressed emotions and anger bounds up inside the desire for change. This is where we get justification for our inactivity as inopportunity rises and dreams fall; the beginning of the end times. Once you resign to these things, no amount of anything can ever make up for it. Once your dreams are gone, all that is left is the justification for sadness and dismay disguised with the lions eyes glowing among the tall brush.

real in you

Escape into the everyday and become substantial, whole, and embraced by the uncommons. Stand tall above the shortness of it all and glide by the summerside with laughter in your heart. Both sides of the road have well wishers, the thing is sometimes they are in the back of the crowd and you can only see their fingertips. All you need is one grasp, one touch from something true, and all unreal things can become real in you.