Reading back, that may have felt tougher than it sounds.. ya know?
I will have you know that it is not my intent nor will to jog you awake . I will not jump start your brain nor soul. Some don't have soul.. Some lost it to the world.. Loose the world hommie.. regain the self.. regain the soul. the force
love plus will
LOVE PLUS WILLL
LOVE PLUS WILL
Fuck!
Will some pink puppies into this place please! and make them eat money and bank cards
and if some one would please send those bots to attack any bondage institutions
How do you solve the worlds most tough riddle?
Let me see a metaphor properly spun.
There are none.. cus I can't solve for X . I need all the variables before I can spin my story!!!!!!!!!!
Fcu
how about a vision then? suffice? I was too harsh earlier.. I know it seemed like I would leave you forever but if it felt like that then you need to review on that.. contemplate on what you need to and I will let you work through I and or you
I was in a great land of Fire.. Fire was everywhere and it engulfed my skin and body.. It was a land of suffering and madness to most, but to me it was a serene escape from earth. I walked the land visiting souls in torment over fires and pits.. So many souls I'd see, and I would find myself pitying them. "Why do you scream and scratch so? The fire has already engulfed us long ago." But the souls could not hear me. I found comfort in myself though worldly desires that manifested in different ways. Tattooing myself any new wisdom afforded, setting my already engulfed face on blue and purple and green fire, shooting myself in the face an watching the ashes reform my flaming head. All the while looking out the window wondering was it always like this? One day deciding to take some action I rounded up as many souls I could carry and threw them angrily greedily into the sun. "I'll do the heavy lifting you sorry basterds!" Feeding my own ego. Soon souls were scarce and I longed for their screams.. Even sat in pits screaming in their memory. "I did your heavy lifting for you and what for?!" I'd curse the sun. I wish this part could sound more like the rest of the story, but it wont.. The sun grew as I fed my ego.. hmm theres an end and a point im getting to but i have to contemplate the sun feeding my ego.. .. .. ... ... .... ... ..... ... .. no no no no no no no no NO~ ok. so, I realized the sun would get bigger and decided to be selfless in this hateful land of fire breaking off my own ego to calm the fires.. I visit the place now. Its made of stone a malleable black stone that I clean regularly with fire. The souls their are no less lost, but their screams have been transmuted into words "help, where am i, why am i here" I go to these voices. I go to them and hug them in my black molten arms and forgive them of their burdens..
The answer?
That's not for you earthlings to know.