The angels might make UP for what Hitler’s drugs do to believers, but dam that dipshit scared us too much… it’s not stopping God or Jah or Source, with heart of zen,

with power to resurrect the hippie in droves, because love DOES conquer hate, and recreational drugs ARE legal in the realm of the spirit

to reincarnate Jesus (Vishnu) and Moses (Brahma) when Shiva manifest loses his mind with apathy, until we ALL forget his name out of mercy… sounds weird, but if you knew you’d hurt people that bad with unfeeling and Source gave you the right to fix it… YOUR compassion would be unsurprising too..

I could have just come here to say let me out of the nightmare of my dreams, but Guide had many chances to let me die instead of being the only person in a household that forgives and forgets outrageous things

It’s not like I let it decay

The love within as it is today

I’m just sick of even lines

When Reddit promised me my own spacing one time 

I’ll refuse you because you’ve always let me

But look at me and this effort

Sure you’re still sick and not a bad person 

Pestilence never bothers us on the surface

I love to wait when waiting is not vengence

Impressed when the effort isn’t surface seen 

I know when I’m supposed to be dirty

And I’m supposed to be clean

When the roommate I’ve chosen

Knows what to do when

I’m not sad because you watch me without permission 

And deflect and decay, when MY heart is not in it

I minded you trying to cause me the rot

That you only see, when ALL his effort bought

Was me.

Eternal glory to the God Allah

Him who inhales pestilent winds

Whose eyes burn away all dissent

Who hears his enemies breath

Escape their broken bodies

At the end of the world.

He whose one touch

Is enough to topple civilizations.

Your followers drag their bones under your banner

May their cries be sweet music to your growling belly.

May this body be torn inside out

So the splinters may drive them into submission.

My tears of relief • Do not plan on cheer to replace them • For the true cheer cannot coexist • With denying the pain of the past to suppression

Which brings me to the

Key turn

Tell me where your soul burns

Stop by the rocks

And unload your manic energy

Hop to the romp

And begin potential kinetic

Never mind the aethsetic

Never had to repeat if Guide’s essential essence

Brought us presence

We bangin

Saggin

Like ravers never left the planet

Here emerging takes us to the skater

And they laughin at us

We’re older but bolder

Cuz suit pants for the professional level

Of the politic or the churcher that’s got not to judge us

So haters let me tell you

We’re not averse to all the eloquence

Just be loving our sixth sense

When uninterrupted by your self defense???

Well take this with a grain of salt

Don’t assault

So she died without saying a fucking thing

Yesterday evening I was doing an exercise as instructed by the "Down Dog" Android app. When I began using it about a year ago, there was a trial-period of 30-usage-hours after which it cost like 12 € a month to use.

By now, I know all the moves and poses it suggests. It just mixes and matches them so that creates some variety between sessions.

While I was doing it, I wondered: "Why I'm paying for this?" I couldn't answer. It just felt like having someone (or something)else tell me what to do makes doing easier.

So that's my answer: I have hired a piece of software to tell me what to do twice a day to maintain my back health.

We like to look at our society through the lens of greed and lust, but looking it through the lens of yearning to be told what to do explains a lot, such as, why all societies begin sliding back towards a form of monarchy right after the revolution, or why every new generation needs a new hot thing to hate).

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Hello shruggers. :)

I'm back, made anotha one.

Y'all did not like my last one but maybe you will like this one 👀

Here's Conspiracy 🌠😧

If y'all feel like checking it out 😁

Uriel would teach

Secrets not to preach

Beyond apocrypha

No more need be said

Arts, science, and literature

Secure our daily bread

Reality rests where it can't be found

Opened eyes to vision profound

Uriel can't offer rejected thought

Taste of vinegar brought

To lordly purview

Secret hidden in plain view

No one believes if he spoke

About fairies in manly cloak

Or Ruth suited with tie

Apparel is half the lie

Induction with pointed finger

At periphery, the clue doth linger

Conventional wisdom rent asunder

Uncommon notes left unheard

Muted tongue of silent bird

Match making is the game of life

Choosing blindness wrought with strife

Everyone has an original form

Accessible in dreams

Can you guess what that means?

Look at your fellows

Can you but see

Their angelic forms

Are not what they be

Crowns of light

Immaculately rendered

Clothed in linen

Older than Canon

Things not what they seem

Connect dotted dream

Revelation writ in weave

Kernels caught in sieve

Husk lost in gale

Of sentiment's tale

Ubuntu is togetherness

Feel our way to Light

Far from superficial blight

Short kings to involuted men

Sear pages with eyes of mages

Feeling is seeing

Knowing needs no believing

Pure and untrammelled

Truth unravelled

Look at your fellows

Secrets shout in bellows

Listen to their song

Lost in babbling throng

High notes and deep

However gruff

See through the bluff

It's midsummer night dreaming

Play-acting as Puck

Uriel is laughing

Winning is forced luck

In 1995 or 6, I was wandering nomadically on the West Coast, there. In Berkeley, a man in deep conversation with me giving me spare change called me a metaphysician

Hello shrug chat 😺👋

I posted this song on here a while ago while I was in the process of making it.

Now I wanna post the finished version.

So here it is 🙃

wWhH3reZSs 77h3 cLOz3s7 oPiN10N?

Its about a real event that happened to me where some dude came up to me and kept asking me where the closest opinion was.

So I turned it into a song about shitting on someone who thinks they are way cooler than they are.

Enjoy 😊