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We all have our issues, my issue is what I desire is something I cannot have right now. I saw the ghost of a black man today wearing an oldschool prison uniform with all the proper regalia even a ball and chain while on a delivery to the wonderful world of Bithlonia, surely you can't be serious I told myself. Bithlo has a good and standard reputation of making oneself lose their sanity and faith in mankind, but its only temporary. But this right here, this happened. Whether or not that ghost was a real black man or merely a nefarious ghoul, I realized it didn't matter, Everyone I see is a ghost, until I get to know them, I guess. These ghosts, however, must deal with the same issues that I face every single day, but who's to say this ghost of the black man wasn't facing some sort of difficulty within his transcendent state of post-existence, or do the physics and consequences of our realm really even apply here? I mean he was doing time on some plane of existence I suppose, wait, but for what? What the fuck is the astral plane anyway and how can I arrive fashionably late? We'll never be able to truly explain anything, but at least we have the power to describe how things rationally make sense. Peanut Butter Sandwich with all the Jellies of various tastes and tints you were able to find in the refrigerator at the time. Eating is Elation, but a ludicrously odd activity when you think of the trajectory that food takes, the route is perfectly constructed within our bodies, with all those ventricular chambers, fluids and proteins, the negative space, sometimes there's even shortcuts but the best part of eating and digestion is that we don't even have to think about it. Since we're young we don't really have to do anything to our bodies for them to operate properly, often we aren't even really aware of them, they just do what they must do, therefore if ignorance is bliss than by definition corporeal ignorance is tantamount to having endless trampolines made of predominately titties and ass in heaven, real trampolines made of trampoline material would also be in this exaggerated version of heaven too, not just TnA trampolines, as to preserve and maintain the TnA trampolines from overuse, haha those trampolines are totally tramps. I can see why some obese people are so happy all the time and have a general positive outlook on everything, even their own mortality. So I say eat excessively if it makes you happy, shit I wish I was obese happy. My body is a
total slut. Anyway, the one-dimensional point I'm trying to make is that we are all the same and yet will never be equals due to our inherent distinctiveness, and of course our place in society. Hummus on a toasted cracker is fucking delicious, sometimes I dream of sticking my dick in an industrial size bucket of hummus inside an empty mansion and whipping it up a lil bit , hell I'd do for free right in front of the hummus factory just to let them know whats up. Cream cheese is also good. I'm only passionate when I have an erection, if only I could harness the motivation that my erection evokes within me, if only my penis was prehensile like an elephants trunk I could accomplish more activities with it, grab leaves off of the higher branches, give myself a dustbath on warmer days, conjure up the spirits with it, start wars and then subsequently end war as we know it forever, if it was detachable I might actually be able to pleasure a girl by using it as a dildo, put it in a box labeled: for recreational purposes only more like to induce sleep then give it as a gift, it's become more like an udder these days. I guess I'll have to wait around and see what evolution does in the next million years for my erection. We are the lucky ones, I tell myself. At least we can die, at least we can control our own death, at least we possess the ability to live as ghosts in both life and death. They say that after you die your energy stays hidden, but applicable, within the vastness of the universe, everything and everyone possesses this singular, but ineffably complex energy, therefore, the short man that wishes he was taller; although seemingly an issue, should understand that no matter what, he is everything and mostly nothing at the same time, height should be secondary. Is it really my brain telling me do and say things, I really do feel this way, or is it just my brain…doing it's job..does my brain have a brain? I really want to study brains more in depth, better than the spontaneous action of an Iphone could do I mean, you know when people have the ability to prove something because of that sleek machine in their pockets, but what do you actually know besides being a counter-intuitive killjoy? I guess it's like having two brains, You aren't any smarter, or less thereof, because you have an Iphone, although one could argue the Iphone is smarter than its user, but then again, it needs you to operate it, or do you need it to operate you? It doesn't make you any better or worse, it just makes you a gleaming piece of shit when you feel the need to prove someone or something wrong or right or even significant or non-significant because you have this piece of technology in your pocket that allows you to do so, what happened to acting on one's own volition, using your own mind and imagination to enjoy the phenomena that is occurring presently all around you, it's truly ironic to think that certain people are transforming into the very things that no longer make them human, a testament to their own ignorance really, they can never be wrong but at the same are never necessarily right, what is happening to
the divinity of memory itself? Your spirit begins to lack invention when your connected all the time when you're a computer, and when 4G gets you down you act as though you've got a real problem on your hands, self-reliance has literally flown out the window and its superior has landed directly in your pocket. Our culture still rejoices over opinions and specific, yet frivolous facts, dancing around sensationalist stories, and we continue to nod our heads in agreement to it all, dubstep doesn't suck (sure it does), it simply doesn't matter, listen to what makes your ears feel good and your emotions run wild, listen to yourself, how do you. personally feel? Assert yourself and your knowledge, or just do nothing. Sure, there is a distinction between good and bad, but taste is subjective, it possess a qualitative iridescence you know as in "It all depends how you look at it". It's all politik anyway. I can no longer argue religion, music, or politics since I'm not getting paid for it. Anyway continue psyche yourself out some more. Boy, would I love to have one of them Iphones. Is it really my brain that has left me so diffident that the only medium in which to express myself is through writing since it seems most people get pissed off at what I have to say, how is my brain doing this? This Animal Collective makes no sense, lacks substance, but makes up for it in aesthetic and sensori-emotional value, but still its my brain that makes me feel this way. Could our brains turn on us. Is this why I'm ranting, I love when people rant, I love to listen to people and filter out their idiosyncrasies, I respect mankind, but where did it go? Mankind, Womankind, Menkind, Womenkind, thought itself, its all being recreated it seems. We, you and me, are becoming ghosts, as if we weren't already
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