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IF I REMOVE EVEN THE WORD "ROAD" FROM THE EQUATION, WHAT'S LEFT IS A LONG WINDING SHAPE IN THE EARTH, A PART OF THE HILLS, AN ABSTRACT OBJECT OF PROFOUND BEAUTY AND GRACE...















I'm a barrelful of hate! Come open me up!



































What’s reality? I don’t know. When my bird was looking at my computer monitor I thought, ‘That bird has no idea what he’s looking at.’ And yet what does the bird do? Does he panic? No, he can’t really panic, he just does the best he can. Is he able to live in a world where he’s so ignorant? Well, he doesn’t really have a choice. The bird is okay even though he doesn’t understand the world. You’re that bird looking at the monitor, and you’re thinking to yourself, ‘I can figure this out.’ Maybe you have some bird ideas. Maybe that’s the best you can do.































































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"If I keep grinning maybe my inoperable colon cancer won't hurt so much." -jesus cristo





















































































































































































































































































































































































































At the end of all things, a final tally accrues; lives are lost, loved ones turn to nothing but memories. This ledger does not lie nor cheat. It is the most honest part of this world. When one loses all there is to be lost they find themselves in a place without mercy, without love. This place sounds empty, painful, tragic; it is. Yet it is the only way you can truly realize what life means, why the ledger keeps track. This place is dark, empty, static. If you listen to the static for long enough it is more then noise, it is a companion. Only when you realize you are not alone; you are accompanied by something older then time itself. Reality. Only when you lose everything can you know how to be free. This freedom comes at a cost greater than the purchase. Sometimes we have no choice but to spend.

Understand a truth we often look away from. The act of observing dictates the self given meaning of the observed; meaning is not inherent, it is not something to be given or taken. What dictates meaning is what you define its purpose as. “My life is meaningless.” And it very well could be, provided you have no self purpose. That doesn’t mean your life isn’t worth anything, just that it remains undefined until you define it with a purpose.

Purpose dictates meaning, meaning controls thought, thought births creation.
Creation is the totality before the distinction.

Everything continues without center.

Purpose is given without thought.

People live, build, create, kill, destroy, and the tally accrues.
This world doesn’t exist for any inherent purpose; neither do we.

So stop living like you do.










"No doubt about it! I gotta get a new ass!" -jesus cristo





























































































































































































































































































































































I feel like I hit rock bottom, and another trap door opened and I plunged further into despair.

God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure.

I mean, pile us on the shit to see if we'll break? Why?

To test our faith, and to make us appreciate the good that we do have.

Well, forgive me for saying so, reverend, but God is a sick fuck






































































































































































Cocaine is my god!!! And I am the human instrument of its will!!














































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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