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As false prophets, we sacrifice our privacy, our dignity, our resources, our soul to serve ego’s “God” complex. It’s a complex that convicts the author to evangelize their expertise. This is why I believe to shake free of the delusion to convert the world, is by turning your back on the draw of receiving recognition (for your expertise). Essentially put family above ego’s divinity to ignore the draw of recognition. Now…YOUR ego’s authority cannot pervert children because the example parents set (for their children) is to openly surrender their delusion BEFORE they teach it by example.
Get it? With the power of imagination…we entertain the impossible. With delusion comes an unexpected perspective. Harnessing delusion is the fast track to ascension. This sacrifices the peace of familiarity with FURIOUS innovation. What is familiar? A morality that competes to limit our potential. Ego is the vanguard to express universal knowledge. Ego’s universal knowledge can help narcissists achieve consensus, but I’m sceptical of the success that guarantees. Why? Quiet prayer cannot control mankind without the divine will to conquer self’s obsession being openly recognized as the unlikeliest messiah. Recognize there is no God without man’s ignorance baiting ego with luck proving holy. What I’m saying is…if you can’t give up your delusions you preach ego by example. When family is your complex, you’re a minnow king. When ego is your complex recognition is king. The consequence of Satan’s disorder is priority. The appetite of surrender is cradled by a logical distaste for deluded egos. Your family is your jurisdiction, nothing more.
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I’ve taken my journaling offline while I sculpt my body in a manner that infects minds without one. I resent having to get back into shape, because that transition has begun to taint me with simple pleasures; yanking on my brain stem like a swollen teat begging to be milked dry. The retardation of sexuality is worming its way into my motivation to succeed (beyond reason); to abuse myself with exotic chemicals and sharpen my whit in front of a mirror (under downwash lighting). Alas my brain alone…is spoiled bait. Visually, I’m a desperate meal. I mean to fix that by caring how I look. The days of filth are over; only the finest spandex will gift wrap my trim physique to taunt females into awkward attempts to seduce me. I fear for my wife…as the attention will be obvious and shake her esteem to seek divorce for some “peculiar” relief. I’ll leave my lion’s den spritzing the neighbourhood with musk so sharp it'll send downwind coywolves into heat.
*Sigh* all I wanted was to profit from my mind, but the sad truth is most people cannot comprehend deep thought. Comprehension is a chore (like balance), unlike appearances where senses gag on stimuli inspired by thought not required (or included) to impress. Clearly…the more fuckable one is, the more likely your MIND will be tolerated. My mind is intolerable, but if you want to bang me, that hurdle is the price of “entry.” Soon I will abandon my intelligence for the boat anchor that it is and endeavour to achieve the holy grail of horny retardation: six pack abs. Yes, revealing these coveted lumps assault women’s esteem so savagely…only the desperation of offering up coitus can quell their thirst for machismo. Now my mind is reduced to a 1950’s telephone operating mechanism yanking and stuffing electrified holes with prongs. Visual vomit is VIP so the key to my heart is my mind; that’s why I strived to be illegible. Hello mam, how YOU doin? My t-shirt will expedite our courtship. Respond with a show of fingers: 1.Dance with me 2.Drink with me 3.Fuck off Just point to my chest like a Ouija board and let the music charm us into the closest bathroom stall. Urge urges exploits to be savoured. The toilet is not just a nest of turds, it’s a porcelain chalice accepting donations (like used condoms). Where was I going with this? Awww shit! I forgot to do the dishes before I left the house. My wife is going to kill me. Fuck! See?! The transition has begun to taint me with simple pleasures. As a survivor of psychosis, I’ll tell you this, there is not one but FOUR middle grounds to life. You have a one in four chance of finding a balance, but 50% of that caveat survives at the expense of other people’s sanity. There’s only one true balance to comprehend. This is MY balance. Is my balance a chore to comprehend? If so, I am a desperate meal. 1/5/2023 0 Comments 197 -I cherish friendships because I grew up without cousins. If I had cousins growing up would there been less need for unnecessary friendships? I’ll never know.
Love’s fixation on denial’s allure (attracting questionable results) works for you only when it works. How? Love sees colour as spice. Life is salty to sweet. Spice quenches thirst. Thirst tastes like water. Why no taste? Taste quenches voids thirst for spice.
12/15/2022 0 Comments 195 - Racism is so Weird – 154 wordsRacism is weird in that it has as much to do with focus as it does ignoring the obvious. If my senses were connected to live firehouses (being waterboarded by sensation), why be constantly SURPRISED when I IMMEDIATLY assign outlooks to the very sensations I cannot help to have. Why? At a glance, I increase/reduce risk/reward by trusting instinct’s logic in expressing courage. Why be surprised by cowards who AVOID registering truth publicly? It's not worth the consequence of being a social outcast? You can change your outlook, based on the reaction(s) you advertise with foresight and hindsight. No one can help the thoughts they have in their head. Thoughts are not illegal, but they are intolerable to weak minded cowards. Why? Cowards ignore the obvious and focus on “compliance.” That’s cowardice to ignore truth; to train your conscience to submit to victim’s bidding. Are victims racist? Are racists compliant? Racism is so weird.
12/12/2022 0 Comments 194 - Pleasured by Control – 438 wordsExpectations are bursts of hope fueled by perceived facts that are confirmed through (un)surprising results. What kind of results? Adulation, financial and sexual success. What makes someone have surprising results to an expectation? Was your…expectation too conservative for a change? Were the/your perceived facts skewed by a spouse? Bias can be self-inflicted or delivered by others with the might of God’s disdain. Can criticism RAISE expectations? I think if there’s room for improvement it may serve as a relief, because there’s more ceiling to your growth. That’s what I hope for myself, to have the maturity and perspective to adjust expectations based on perceived facts confirmed by any result, really. Results can be constructive. I pray my writing could be criticized in a way that RAISES my ceiling. If results are limited by your audience’s skillset, your expectations compensate by resisting and resenting growth. The isolation of expectations can increase or sink your reaction to results that support your victimhood.
“I’m so tortured by my MIND…” The incentive for your audience to exert themselves (with their description) raises your ceiling; a direct result of the value your audience PERCEIVES as valuable. Does that motivate your audience to heap praise or express gross disinterest? Do we subconsciously choose a stunted crowd to boost our ego? There’s no point to hold on to poor ideas unless those ideas specifically define our unique grasp of fallibility. If your audience adores your ego, what incentive is there to evolve self? That’s the creative rut we experience; depending on poor ideas to give unsurprising results. That’s crazy to think poor ideas are so popular because crazy doesn’t change. Eventually we want to be surprised again by new ideas delivering even MORE surprise than our nostalgia. Hence the key of asking and answering well thought out and unique questions. If your audience is not open to evolving the (winning) formula, those results may make you sick. Why sick? Evolution is the lifeblood of living. If life stopped time in its tracks now, could you tolerate the rest of your life? Would your audience tolerate your stagnation? Home cooking never changes for a reason because we are happy to tolerate time’s pleasure to pause… not innovate. Tolerate time thrill-seekers. I am dumbfounded by time’s march through repetition. Tradition pauses the cycle…on how and when our ancestors also tolerated pause; the land taught them. More freedom leads to pause. Why? Be your country. Be your people. It’s honest. Honesty is a liar’s law. Because law lies to itself. The truth is law, and law is above crime. That’s why corruption wins. Corruption is pleasured by control. The mind must consider all options to survive boredom. Evil is a make-believe truth because it grants your morality a fond leniency only the special deserve. You special? Why perpetuate that make-believe truth? Ego must survive reality’s boredom with self… not pride. The self invites sin as a strategy to adore. To adore self is the PINNACLE of vanity. What’s the difference between pride, self, and vanity? Pride is a practice you love, that doesn’t require recognition to enjoy. Self is a practice which requires recognition to tolerate “reality’s” flaws. Vanity echoes both practices as it sees fit. Vanity is like a goldfish in a bowl. That bubble is the reach of its wonder. Do you live in a bubble? Bubbles breathe your stench.
Women resent men for prioritizing their hymen as the hallmark of femininity because it’s sexually inconvenient. A man’s focus on virginity is valuable because man can prove his first-born child is in fact his. Do women understand the GROSS embarrassment of fathers RAISING stranger’s kids? Only a woman would entrance weak men to incubate their lover’s seed without raising suspicion. Women spread player’s seed with stranger’s parenting. If players be popping cherries, playing the odds… pregnancy will TRAP the GENES women want but not the man. Hence single mothers would rather “man-up” than marry down. Moms displace a dad’s presence by bickering. Freedom from men is a lonely paradise. If men DIDN’T have genes, women be like, “bitch please.” Don’t you wish players were NICE guys for a change? Youth exploits delusion to yearn through false prophecy (i.e., celebrity and government). Nice guys finish last because girls cherry pick poor genes. Why poor? Poor genes pay alimony.
How do you ESCAPE loneliness? Marriage. How do you ESCAPE marriage? Alimony! Women are dichotomy; so vulnerable yet so “accomplished.” When geriatric “girls” can’t rely on youth anymore, they realize personality was likely NOT the sole reason for success. So be the downsides of sexual attraction: your mind is overlooked constantly by horny retards. Where’s the incentive to ignore THAT attention? Poor Genes are good for two things: paying alimony and raising strangers’ kids. Are you raising your kids to SUPPRESS your accountability? How? Addict them to a stationary distraction (i.e., TV, tablets, phones). Whores (to horny retards) are holy holes, and that’s why men cherry-pick broken cherries. Weak men are strangers to “their” children. MY wife cherry-picked a broken cherry. Think about that. Was that done out of desperation or zeal? Probably both. A woman’s desperation is a losing bet without fortune to fund it. Why? Men don’t value women’s hindsight. 12/3/2022 0 Comments 191 – EscapePortals travel towards us with desire. Portals never have to wait. If portals had to wait…what triggers it? What triggers the portal to accept us? Escape. Escaaape. How do you escape escape? You cannot escape everything you see to suit yourself. Shame on you. You escape escape with charge! Take charge of your escape. You don’t have my permission to leave. I say when you leave because your escape is my prison.
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