01-12-2015, 12:09 AM
The best choice I can make--yes. Heavy and dark as the truth, light as a feather you are to me. A story of power for you:
I was with a Harvard girl and she was a Masters Theology student. We smoked a little weed and I drove toward her apartment. We talked solopsism to the core. A dark and magically consuming power descended, such that only one of us actually existed in the car. The truth of this left each of us only one question--whose world was it? In an instant it occured to each that it did not matter, and we talked marriage on this our first outing. We SAW our perfect synchronicity (which was in this case temporary). We went back to her apartment, we each took our clothes off and got in her bed, and I fucked her. She was if an innocent child, her face was pure and far removed from any inhibitions.
I am able to quit the charade. No, of course I want nothing to do with you really--my autonomy is tested and matured. To hold each other would be a sin; this is our mutual knowledge. Relationships beg acceptance and belonging. We are immune to that nonsense--and nonsense is a perfect word to describe attachment. You SEE the best in me because it is true in yourself. The infinite masks are for others and not for me--Yes, of course you often project them to me without a second thought--yet you are now knowing to SEE I can SEE each and every mask. This is because I stand against evil and ugliness too. And what can be uglier than hiding the 'violations,' the 'sins,' the vulgarity? What can be more evil than identities that are not beautiful in their simplicity though they be hideous?
The judgment of identity is mistaken as said. This is why I love my love of worthlessness, emptiness, and negation (and ALL else). Meaning less. NO! I give no stature in the first place. I know my void SEE now
how you fill it?
"bring it on motherfucker, bring it on." Can't you imagine that such a 'challenge' is a pure delight-- but only from you my love, only from you. No, the others cannot SEE that enemies are benefactors in disguise. When you gave me Patrick Ness I was scared. When I gave you pictures on Christmas eve of hearts ripped out you were scared. Our balance of presence and negation, our balance of manifestation and fate is OUR art.
You will show me, because I WILL grow--and I WILL return back to you in ways inconceivable. Billy WILL do that. Do you empirically get that S.?
You showed me I hunt power. SEE how good that feels?
I was with a Harvard girl and she was a Masters Theology student. We smoked a little weed and I drove toward her apartment. We talked solopsism to the core. A dark and magically consuming power descended, such that only one of us actually existed in the car. The truth of this left each of us only one question--whose world was it? In an instant it occured to each that it did not matter, and we talked marriage on this our first outing. We SAW our perfect synchronicity (which was in this case temporary). We went back to her apartment, we each took our clothes off and got in her bed, and I fucked her. She was if an innocent child, her face was pure and far removed from any inhibitions.
I am able to quit the charade. No, of course I want nothing to do with you really--my autonomy is tested and matured. To hold each other would be a sin; this is our mutual knowledge. Relationships beg acceptance and belonging. We are immune to that nonsense--and nonsense is a perfect word to describe attachment. You SEE the best in me because it is true in yourself. The infinite masks are for others and not for me--Yes, of course you often project them to me without a second thought--yet you are now knowing to SEE I can SEE each and every mask. This is because I stand against evil and ugliness too. And what can be uglier than hiding the 'violations,' the 'sins,' the vulgarity? What can be more evil than identities that are not beautiful in their simplicity though they be hideous?
The judgment of identity is mistaken as said. This is why I love my love of worthlessness, emptiness, and negation (and ALL else). Meaning less. NO! I give no stature in the first place. I know my void SEE now
how you fill it?
"bring it on motherfucker, bring it on." Can't you imagine that such a 'challenge' is a pure delight-- but only from you my love, only from you. No, the others cannot SEE that enemies are benefactors in disguise. When you gave me Patrick Ness I was scared. When I gave you pictures on Christmas eve of hearts ripped out you were scared. Our balance of presence and negation, our balance of manifestation and fate is OUR art.
You will show me, because I WILL grow--and I WILL return back to you in ways inconceivable. Billy WILL do that. Do you empirically get that S.?
You showed me I hunt power. SEE how good that feels?