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the postmodern realist

essentially love is the practice of existing beyond the consios reality of discirmantioan and hating it to protect conscious and awarenss of lesser beings or those we consider to be in a lower class by sex or gender breed or race thought or political belief or any dispositoin that exist within society that is niether controlled nor founded by people outside of that group of people who are determining it’s value everybody’s equal when you ballane the odds not leverage against them not enough as been done or will be done for the human race to progression beyond progression

the mind of a mortal man of reasoning his pride

a hard way to grow up is to see things one sided and then to have the world slap you in the face for the first second and third time telling you what it is or that being slang translated to the way things are and discovering for the first time in history or your own history that you are not the center of the universe because the universe is perfectly centered around the sun and that sun is the center sort of of a galaxy not so center of the universe placed somewhere odd like every idea I’ve ever had in places and people and things that don’t compliment one another unless you know where they’ve come from and thus connect the dots all together as one eternally and without baise for a reason unknown for a season unknown for a reasonable amount of time with worry and fear and frustration as objectives currently managed by the world in a world in a order that is not my own and it’s tragically the rewriting of a history that needs no rewriting in a world that center on the idea of truth and neglects truth itself because we’re at war with a pirate named the end of the world versus the soon and coming king of reason to which he gives none but be saved or perish like some fairy tale after being read to late at night where the listener falls asleep and the hearer begins to gravitate too clearly to some reason or idea in their head that represents the reality of which I now speak eternal reality and nothing much more than shady reasoning and eternal perspective 

the deep thoughts I think

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the margin

she an i are not the same but whose to blame her or i neither but both feel committed to finding the truth the message that is that resides in youth that we will never parish but only have so long to live that none will suffer but life is full of pain and suffering ironic and so we progress to some degree or another to cause pain to each other because we are so profoundly grateful the other exist that we’re afraid of losing one another so we end up hurt in one another taking out the pain of this world on one another sleeping with one another with one eye open and waking with both eyes closed presumably because we believe and agree to be apart in exchange for knowing no one will ever make us what we are without interference, blessed

the counterfeit love of the american dollar

the experience of falling in love is a troublesome one because most people only fall and other people aren’t there to help them back up so we end up spending our entire lives picking ourselves back up and blaming other people for not being there to help us back up when it was us who fell down in the first place, nobody else’s fault but your own is now gripping you too closely you lose your soul and become like me vampiric charming and beautiful also gruesome hateful and narcissistic things that pass me by in the night and fade away with the daylight hours but mainly make us scream in terror for relational structures or various conversations that manifest our descriptive reality of both self conscious realities and many other conscious realities mainly other people judging the ride we took to get here to this moment and deciding that we’d rather die than fall in love again but the truth is we all fall in a love and because of this many have decided that love and falling are the same thing so they’ve decided that governments and corporations should be formed on rising and not falling therefore love is cast aside as a marketing tool and not a constant reality I love the people at my jobs but hate the idea that freedom comes with a price that does not’ equal the gain I get from losing my heart and spirit gaining the freedom to have love in the first place in short the fact that nobody’s perfect doesn’t matter to me the only thing that matters is perfecting love or the variable of which we measure and direct our hatred against in the negative sense from nothing to something and from something to nothing judging other people is the foundation for corporate america and relationships the price of love is a counterfeit faith in the god of money and the counterfeit of money is the beginning of the counterfeit of love with unending consequences

the king in me has little plans to fail

two things occur when you love someone the way I do you fall flat on your face and apologize or you become so enamored with being right that you forget what matters most your lover and you face the temptation of becoming a monster and regretting every single decisions you’ve ever made because you once believed in class and structure and were thrown into world to find the rich and powerful weak and needy as well even with their wealth and the mob or the underworld up about on the surface as a up standing citizens or natives but secretly holding everyone down and controlling the way we’ve done business for several years and the nightmare of this and any other small town is learning to appreciate the small things because with such a big network of ideas how will the human race find love when it hates searching for itself and what can love do for us when we’re busy putting it down calling it names by speaking it temporary or ruthlessly betraying the ones we love because we’re enamored with power because we’re driven by fear and lack the necessary quickness to navigate the world at large with breaking a bone or two and what small begins little or large don’t matter to a blind man who sees things finish because they evaporate from his presence but can’t see them start because his altered from the start to see the finish life and that is nothing but darkness in a world driven by light 

the existential crisis of a poet on his high horse

there’s a new category in my heart called taken and gone with the wind and my hair and skin feels so free that right now I swear I’m a bird and I’ve taken flight but let me remind you that with every high there is a low and that comes as a price for what I assume is simply a variety of experiences come together as one the immediate release of chemicals to the brain is exactly what I’m feeling and exactly what I’m talking about feeling free chemically being free literally there is not great high unless heaven is a reality but for me that is yet to be decided whether glory and godlike ecstasy is possible or we’ve reached our peak in evolution and human history at that and we are now fallen to the depths of our experience in existential hedonism getting off to the idea of there being more to life than love itself or maybe the beginning of the human race and the many complications that came through afterwards from our being existent in this world evolved or created loved or hated silent or sound a mature world not need worry about the bottom line or politics but about the line where politics hits it’s bottom and we have to decide what to do now that everyone’s said their piece and it peace, still doesn’t exist and the world goes on evolving creating new ideas and what not and we remain unchanged physically and unevolved emotionally to the point where the human race gets left behind and simply fades away

the carnival of god

the rules don’t apply to those that make them for their own benefit if you think about it but that’s not true the rules are made for them because they thought of it and about it and for you to follow it in the first place everything around you was once a dream or a thought and now it’s reality whose reality or dream are you living in whose world have you consumed whose body have you decided yours should look like and eventually become who are you in a world of contradiction you become the fall guy for a situation you didn’t create and your soul and body are thrown away in a pit created for sinners but not me I choose to live above the tides of high society into the tide of high minds and I hope to join somebody the most brilliant beautiful light mankind has ever know love the great decider of our fate is a god or something more eternal the matrix of a world of our creative minds

the machiavellian moment

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the dangers of learning to be common (or ordinary)

no matter how I see it the lie light corrupts my soul and with or without the shade I become a impostor dressed i darkness patiently waiting for the destruction that so illy befits me i my present disposition which is life death and the ultimate questions of freedom I imagine myself a believer but I’m a dreamer and it’s common for me to be well busy finding forever I might have to be not smiling at all and therefore be under some sort of mind control that’s universal and ultimate reminiscent of the south side a lace that has many people caught up in it and they can’t get out but the best of common ordinary people also known as the people has yet to testify to the a blue skys and ghettos dreams that manifest from the projects and the concrete jungle that is the city and the world of inbetweens which dictates the soul and is reminiscent of change and it manifest some sort of problems that bleakly outline our integral existence as slaves otherwise descended from workers