part one
Into the drudge of a darkened room of dirty fantasy I broke my mirror on her slipper so soft and gentle that it caused an electromagnetic rift that shot through everything even separating the air particles. Her face so timid and conscious of all that she is to all men and some women. What is in my head seemed to rouse her curiousity, I was nothing but a receiver of energy a thousand dirty men had produced, probably even thought they controlled. Men of power had crumbled before this living goddesses of fire and ice, this artistic medium of the galaxies had performed some great feat of beauty right before me. Many men wanted to be with her just as a link to all the power that swirled around her from the perversion and subversion of nature by corrupt money grabbing consciousness stealling motherfuckers of illuminatti evil.
Me though in my torn jeans and punk haircut a scoundrel of none who cared much about my tiny deeds. Seen as only in pawn in big plans and a shrimp of a man, blessed with good looks and a open mind to the possibility of all with the control of none. Me I saw something else in her beyond the corporate art shows and systems of deceit I saw a simplicity that could not be found anywhere else but within the arms of a woman. One who lives to be without the grace of possession or security like me knew how the world could open up like a giant fanged beast and swallow me like plankton. Those with tongue who have chosen maybe to explain themselves as krill whilst rolling their fascist tongue and eat sick foie gras like the murderous scum there are, they would be scared of a man like me in fear of retribution from their loving god that would curse me for hating them.....well fuck you. Me, I was saying or try to say above the din of a million people trying to get into my head just to get closer to this drop in the ocean I see before me. Me I saw something quite different from the rest.
I saw delicate lips but her energy tore through me and gave my dick a spine. This liquid of part dark matter partly being surfed by passing neutrinos on an interstellar ride mixed with the tales of love juices and sexual unisons and orgies of genders vying to recreate the experience of exploding hydrogens to the complexity of what was before me coursed through my veins like intoxicating poison, that becomes the nectar, that becomes the nutrient that my body has been pining for. She held me paralysed by the dream, frozen in abandonment. I touched her delicately on her arms with one hand and with the other I placed my fingers on her lips. I wanted to touch them I wanted her to feel this energy that was coursing through me, fuck playing by the rules of a thousand film and doing some James bond kiss, I was on some other level spiritually I was going to connect with this woman take her to dizzy heights of ecstasy. Growing the yearn for penetration , teasing every inch of her dreams and desires before fucking her like the angry fist of a god.
Buzz relax....Buzz....no words could have explained the instrumental we just played, nor could it ever be recorded without missing the intricate entirety. Buzz....I’m smiling like I am high and we haven’t said a word, fuck how could I forget we hadn’t said a word. Was she on the same level as me? did we both just feel that? were we combined as one action, one thought, one being? I can’t properly grasp on the fading feelings and memories. We were being watched is all I could be sure of.
The light burned on to me giving life to the cells on my arm and back once again. Mice scurred around seemingly trying to catch our attention. Trying to cram our consciousness like a tin of tuna. But I don’t eat tuna the oceans are full of waste and plastic and nuclear fallout. Trying to solder us in to a hunting ploy for some fucking cheese or what ever mice eat. Fuck it I won’t be there friends, not today “fucking mice” I said. She scorned at me and dropped my head from her lap. I kinda felt bad, I was still trying to connect, but it seemed everything I was doing now distanced me away from her, like the world world was running on opposites. She picked up a shot gun and aimed it at me “ now I’m gonna fuck you bitch, I’m gonna blow off you genitals and stick this shot gun up you”. “what”, i said “say what again mother fucker, I double dare you .....hahahahahahah only joke bitch you shat your pants”. Shit I thought she was crazy, but turns
out she is one charming mother fucker. “ good one” I said, ain’t nothing like a chick who is like as funny as fuck. I didn’t say this out loud though.
This shit was starting to drain me, we went out the house and everybody just stare like, how the fuck does a guy like me end up with a woman like her. I swear i’m schizophrenic and I can feel their dreams inside me penetrating to the core. Like playing on me playing on me to kill me or get to her, all the ways they would get to a mother fucker like me to show their superiority. I’m like some kind of decoy for her all their shit gets dropped on me while she resonates beauty and happiness all around. This doesn’t bother me too much because she kisses me like a sword cutting through all the zombies inside me.
Changing visions within me opposite are true I guess I thought you knew. Burn my ego and place a cartridge off love in me like I’m a nintendo 64 and then rejoice how you have brought ecstasy and peace to my life. I digress, back to the swamps where I am enslaved by the owners of video games that dominate our consciousness. I blackout, away from her away from what I held dear into my heart, back to the dingy dark room full of the sexual desires of a million dirty men. I am consumed by the undertones of their humanity that scream out behind the ruthless wars that are waged the innocent blood of animals they take and the starvation and poverty they create in the name of control. Yes I still hear them beg with my humanity and it destroys me within. They inject their poisonous love within me to show how their god like minds are loving beyond my lazy simple ways. And this isn’t like the nectar, this does nothing but put a Plastic fried smile on my face and a machine inside my heart. Turning me into some toy for the amusement of the masses, while their hands go behind my back and I become their butch boy. I shiver in the thoughts of their free minds. I’m hungry and want off this world. If only she had wings and could fly us to some deserted island, I swear this could be true, but this truth crumbles in my mortal hands like I screwed with the universal logical, missed some science class and an experiment failed and now I have to live with the crush of this world around me that we all create day by day in someone elses sick plan.
Spirals inside me I like that but cleansing brushes on my psych make me want to jump into the sun. I stand up I shake my whole body feels dizzy and cold. Has war been declared on me, why
does there love mean so much to me? Hold me angel, you can not protect me from the zombies any more.
Meditation
I am alone, they are still trying to find her from within me so I must fight this battle alone, a battle of consciousness. As I sit doing nothing they are building cities around me , developing systems and politics to frack my soul and nullify my existence. They connect to me with homosexual pretence that somehow I am her, just because we have connected, like I am some mystical door way to hack into her juicy diamonds and precious flesh. I am hooked into their mainframe now. am they are smug about it. All they have ever learnt is the power of getting one over on another. My heart rejects it. That is usually when they bring out the really heavy artillery of consciousness to defeat me. Philosophy will come next to tap into my running mode of existence, submission and subjection to sexual links and wires into my neurons.
They abduct me like aliens with their experiment in a cage of twisting metal that turns me in every direction and hold me from making my own moves. The machine has truly grown greater than its maker, its parts and every one wants off the ride. All we seem to know though is death, destruction and hate of one another. And thus we are connected by this and invisible link that we create ourselves, each of us are entitled to use the powers we see within the universe. Each of us capable to do things other that destroy the fuck out of my life. I urge you to wake the fuck up. To be the change you want to see in the world. Whizzing of machine I hear the automation of the electrical signals. I stay in my meditation.
She calls. I am silent. I can hear her world as if the photons of her journeys are traveling across the phone lines. Static from all around waste and the joy of her speaking to me, me being me, unpredictable in the mess of a world full of psychics. My words are not important only the rhythms of the nano emotions I elicit. Depth she can dive is so deep inside of me. I am an ocean she plays with the fish that swim within me she kisses the sharks and talks about aliens to the dolphins. Within all that I forget the conversation, somewhere out there we agree to meet up.
She has left me with an electromagnetic charge that trips out everything that is around me. As I wade through frequencies of tv sets noise I hear out the front door of my apartment, Vortexes of sound from around me enter me and then escape like bubbles and the energy stream of human consciousness follows after me slowly like the smells of a home cooked meal, slowly fading away as my distance from the block increases.
Half tired I stumble down the street and get on a bus. My mind like dead, somewhere they are playing some pagan pin cushion ritual with my mind. ass holes. it seems everything is about being together. I can’t remember what that is like. I swear |I have no energy to give the vibrations of some others waves of consciousness are making it hard for me to swim. I have to move my hands to check I am still awake . everything I do seems in contradiction to the conscious swell that surrounds me. Luckily I am still able to function on a subconscious level. Maybe this is a warm hug of love, from the same people that have brought famine death and destruction to the land, who am I to think any different I have done my fair share of cuntish things. As long as I keep swimming in the goo thats ticks to my sides and incorporates itself within my senses I will be fine. Green and black sick. Fucking coloured neon all around buzzing that reminds me of a good feeling, maybe they will all be solar powered one day instead of burning oil that was stolen from a country by killing innocents. Still I remember someone telling me not to give myself headaches over shit like that. I get off the murder machine and stumble into the town of mass deaths where the spirits of all the innocents hover over us all. Surviving off the knowledge that as long as we don’t have sex then we are good people, I walk past ten, maybe twenty people who think this, they somehow notice my electromagnetic field. Yeah fuck you you sexless asshole, go kill yourself so the cunts can genocide their own people. I say nothing.
Schizing out
She’s there. Much more human than last time she is like a friend now, my vibrations around her change and I want our vibrations to come together like one hum. I can be who I want to be, who
I a with her. Is everyone around me dead? I don’t wanna take part in any of the commercialised bullshit on offer. I just want to get back close to her I want to learn about everything through her, I wish we could be in an isolation tank together to drown out all the drunken confusion of the bars we pass. I am all quiet around her, I figure this will be someone I don’t embarrass myself around. My head is full of dumb ideas. “why don’t we look outside of ourselves before we journey inside ourselves” she says. I don’t know sounds like she want to do experiments on people s consciousnesses, not really sure if I’m down with that. “most people are assholes, that’s all I know, I don’t wanna be like them or even study them, it’s kinda freaky and wrong” I say, really wanting to know what it would be like to experience how we all our one giant consciousness. It sucks I don’t want to do it cause it’s been done on me my entire life. I think I’m the most fucked up person ever. The energies are back and I can feel their attack all over my psych like the hits to my soul from the lifelessness of the desire for money, power, muscle that have cause my soul to dry up and nearly die on many occasion. I want to connect so bad. When she talks to me it is as she is bending metal to form some structure that I can hold on to. I like the simplicity when all I can ever hear is everybody else. I feel myself fade away again and noises from afar startle me as if there is something to be wary about. I can see myself having flashback about this when we are having arguments. Like the next stage of the battle against me is putting seeds of doubt that amount to nothing in my mind. As I reach out to kiss her I feel like a loser but the kiss feel so good. She nibbles on my lips and I tenderly kiss her bottom then top lip. I feel like everybody else and start to wonder if this is what I still want. The moments we shared the other day were so fresh and new. My dreams are getting weird but they haven’t totally won me over yet.
We get on the bus and make out some more I grab her in different places and hug her hold her tight. Damn what a cute body she has.there is a buzzing glowing orb inside of me like the one in zelda teasing me that it has control of me, as I listen to others on the bus laugh I think they have some weird viewpoint and they enjoy taunting me this way. Shit I never learnt to do because I thought it was cruel. I just wanna live like a simple reptile. I guess the universe is immense in it’s power and capability so I don’t blame the people for being into it. I just wish we could end war, poverty, hunger and be able to love who ever we want without fear.
we get off the bus the bus driver looks at me like I’m some kind of freak, waiting for that that he can smile when I’m single again, what a cunt.
Back to bed
It doesn’t feel the same the spark isn’t there. Fuck this. My mind was so not there. “ we have to talk, I have so much to tell you” I said.
I told her all about the pyramids build on ley lines made of limestone , how there must have been some knowledge of electromagnetism to do with the crystals in limestone that made them easy to move. As the pyramids would not even be able to be made with todays technology, so all of the knowledge we must have lost throughout the ages. Or even repressed like tesla’s free energy system, that was similar to a solar panel but worked at night time, he must have tapped into some energy source. Whether he knew what he was doing we will never know as his systems were repressed in favor of ones that made money and used oil. I told how how we are all vibrations and how different frequencies made different patterns through the universe. I’m sure the psychiatric institution would love to hear of my experiences, think of the money that could be made forcing drugs on those whose thought were not from a TV show mind set controlled by a few elites. I guess they could call it a mental illness to justify genocide of their own, fuckers.
For example:
Multiple paradigm crossfire disorder
People who suffer from multiple paradigm crossfire disorder have several aspects to their behaviour in society. The disorder prevent the person from being able to expand on specific data points. Commonly this is most apparent when seemingly unrelated events happen at the same time causing a neural firing of different regions within a short period of time thus connecting the neural network powerfully. The high levels of energy within the brain at this point cause clarity and indulge the person in paradigm re-invention. When each state of mind forms, it leaves the person vulnerable to engineered situations, where the morals are left in question, yet the formation of mind remains. Thus the ever expanding paradigms of mental possibility become fused and ignited.
problems the multiple paradigm crossfire disorder sufferers encounter: lack of connection to outside influences.
over thoughtful life situations.
apparent passivity.
neo- depressive emotional instability.
Though these people have problems expressing themselves finding a safe route of expression is the most likely way to medicate people again so they may be able to speak. though due to the ever thoughtful behaviour of these people medication may limit their expression.
the gates within this persons mind maybe connecting to multiple paradigms at the same time though what ever the indoctrination of the subject is bias in will be the most clear in their mind.
This person is likely to be able to be governed easily due to the subjects mind being under multiple paradigms thus all of them weigh on the subject with out completion of a paradigm, thus progression in any field via the typical routes of the alleged paradigm are denied within the thoughtfulness of the subjects multiple paradigm crossfire disorder. The build up of this denial of completion in energy form is unpredictable and may cause the subject to have anarchic leanings with out completion of a governed state. The cross fire that continues due to neural connections being fired off from each paradigm cause the sufferer to deepen the hole in each paradigm.
intervention tactics
rational or emotional communication. physical comfort
asking the subject to stop spiralling out by ways of intervening at source thus to stop destructive behaviour before it becomes a problem.
otherside effects an include talking in different dimensions out loud when there is seemingly no connection to the subject. random acts of trying to connect anything within the imagined perception.
Those affected with multiple paradigm cross fire disorder can become dynamically involved within a paradigm that they are consciously aware of with out actually journeying to a set data point. The way our mind interprets data from the outside world can make teleportation and other weird occurrences seem real. ie interpreting the data of a position in a town and then that reality melting away and being replaced with an alternative paradigm reality as the information we have of places is affected by outside data being interpreted to the mind.......
Abound with this energy of strife and struggle of a whole world against us our mere flesh combined with tactile pleasures and the promise of eternal life between the soft velvet underground of her sex. she bit my neck to remind me of the one in a million chance that we were together. All that she had been taught about how precious her body was and only to give it up to those who treated her like a princess in a fairytale. For her to wake up to a world in ruins and the passions of the universe running through me, we were the revolution for a better tomorrow with every touch the atoms that connected through us would certainly be a feast for any consciousness. Our love would protect any life for infinite transitions of the human form. We groaned and moan letting the escaping vibrations merge into each others minds, penetrating her deeply with my blunt thick member. My abs rubbing her clit and balls knocking on her derriere. The spark was back we had furiously sensual hot steamy sweaty sex in the shower, Fuck I can so hard it was like a freight train. I felt tired and went for a nap of loving dreams. SHIT I woke up " I have to go" I said
"what"
"I have to go" "why?"
any one else had that experience when this woman in front of you is saying something like "beyond insane sick freaky psycho" and all you can do is look at her boobs. No i haven't. It was quite concerning. But then transcend that position to a comfortable relationship with cute things and cartoons, i think in that situation i really could still look at her lips/boob/ass/kutchi and make passion fire. But then waking up to the horror i had become would be quite alarming. Off to join the military industrial complex as a fearless storm trooper on creating the death star and then having transhumanistic sex within a cage. Still Huxley was always right. there is always space for the individual to break his granddads agnosticism and revolve on the old ways around us.
Part two
Chi building and dimension hacking. Restoration.
I always seem to foget the mournings at work. Im asleep until about 10. Then i'm hungry and looking fr ward to lunch.
I went out to get some food. Organic vegan health store seemed a good idea. Veg section was easy to find, already knew what I wanted. Picked up Organic sweet potatoes and Organic broccoli. Hadn't really shopped at this store much before so I didn't know where to go to get some Organic baked beans.I had to stop look around and think. To one side of me were a bunch of men, talking. I could have rested my energy there under the influence of other men,
their processes, socialisation and imaginative mind sets. I front of me I saw a attractive curiosity which I immediately aligned myself towards to shift my energy in her map so our bio-photons could dance together somewhere in the multiverses of existence. This place to, would be a door for my life experiences.
The heart is a more powerful conductor of energy than the mind. The electromagnetic current of the heart is ten times greater than the mind. So beyond the nano electronic circuits are the bigger parts of life the vibrations and frequencies that we become each day. The love within the heart can literally bulldozer through plans that are intricate and brilliant. This is why things that are rational in the mind while isolated from the reality of life seem so vivid and plausible. Then when faced with the vibrations and frequencies that are emitted in the outside world all these cold data and information “fact” become unreal and we find ourselves in a swirling, swelling hive of extraterrestrial inducement. When the frequencies of people in the real world interact we can truly see our real selves in those moments. Well maybe our true selves that are nailed down by a corrupt system of lies that we have been fed for thousand of years. Still the hacked dimensions of light that shine through to wake us up out our slavery are where we find our life experiences can not be totally contained by any transmitted frequencies.
And through our dmt induced state we meet. Though around us souls are watching our minds become energies that oppose our union. We have to rational and explain to the futures of all that recreate after us. Minds faze out these exciting scenes from that of lovers where the energies of each others celestial bodies melt into oblivion to mere porn star engaging in actions. Just as electrons behave differently as they are observed. We to have to shift beyond anything as our desires are cut into by those who desired to see us. But I see a path where her blood will regrow into a new reality that is over the heads of our dreaming selves. Our ethereal state will burst open and recreate in the moments where all the data collected will be but in the skies admiring other universes being sucked into a vacuous black hole as light comes to the darkness of our NOW. WE will dance in the open fields of our love.My many lovers like a Central Processing Unit addressing so much time for each one and all that which needs taking care of. I save all these dreams up to be stitched together in some woven quilt of time. my mind ponders over the synchronicity of the involved energies around me.
sleep dream, for so long it takes me to another place where I see, love family and the world...half asleep half awake I'm here...eventually I wake to a beautiful aura, My mental pollution is cleared.
Couldn't believe it sunny and clear skies so after I went to the farm shop. I thought hey, might as well go to new forest , as it is not too far away. Did a bit of sun gazing with my feet on the ground , but the ground was wet, cold and muddy. I put my shoes back on and keep walking further and further. Eventualy I stopped to sit by a stream. I was meditating/chanting/singing for a bit. The water sounded like people chatting in my head a distance away. There was a tree that stretched across the stream so I climbed over it and found myself in some marsh land that had tiny islands or tuffs of grass where the water ran around each one. I ran hopping from Island to Island until I made it back to the main path. I was cool I felt like a ninja. The clouds were covering the sun by that time , they looked like a giant wave, it was getting cold. I love driving through the forest when the sun starts to go down. Did a wheel spin out of the car park for the lulz and sped back home.
Parapsychology
I don't know who or what you are energy force but if you think you can force yourself on my spirit and strangle my mind you have another thing coming I will hold you off with all of my psych. let go you twisted energy. How long will you attempt this? do not think you can imposed yourself on me. you know i have been appealing to your good nature and still you persist. Glad I had that nap, but it seems you knew you needed me conscious to attempt this, not that I pretend to understand. haha you tried this yesterday trying to get me to move. your boring me. go away get a life. can still feel it a bit on the left side of my brain. just had a weird vision of a scorpion. I don't want it's energy or it's mind. It's given up on using intellect all it has left is cheap energy tricks. but it takes them very seriously. like using energy to poke at me from all angles hahaha. I didn't give consent for your energy to feed me, but we are in the same universe, so peace to you. Making coffee seems to scare it away. I'm not gonna drink it though don't want to
rely on caffeine. It is sitting me in the bored room now. I call it the bored room because that is how one feels when this energy makes it impossible to connect with the universe around. It is a horrible emotionless field around me. why does it get so concerned that I consume something whilst in the bored room?
rip riding the wave that is gliding inside there is nothing hiding just the freeform energy shape that falls to a impressive landscape below me. This is my parachute of para psychological interdimensional travel.
wow I must be going at over one hundred miles an hour I can feel the wind rushing through my cells. Energy light beaming, my biophotons gleaming in the shade of the heat from my body holding all this together . A lady in a white flimsy cloth and reddish hair is before me I love the way our beautiful spirits fly around this soundscape of an interlaced and intermittently traced dimension.
I make no arrest in this swirling mess, just a kiss of hypocrisy. No convictions or decisions made we walk through the tunnels made by the afraid. A smile is so much when it feels like infinite clarity even if the swirling mists come back so soon. To pain my brain so unlike the pleasure that is contained within the rain.
Dying phase deep hibernation. call it synchronism co-incident or what you want at the same time I hear like federal government propaganda machine coming down the street with two faced politicians sinister output and vile singers singing. I quickly ran to shut my door. I don't want that toneless chirpy headache of an illusion to bother me today.
Just shared a multidimensional shamanistic out of this universe parallel space and time thought about how energy.might actually be moving/ changing versus the reality we experience through our eyes ears on the same frequencies/ dimensions we are used to.
"There is life after acid, but if you Di a trip with me it might fuck your head up if you don't want my frequency resonating in your face delete me please." she said waking me from my dream.
"what, did we just do some acid or something?"
she laughed "no, you just feel asleep on your break and you were talking some fucked up shit. I figure you were on acid or somethin"
"no not acid, not at work. I wouldn't do that" I smiled and continued my day.
Did my day working for the grind system. That's all they need me for. Driving through a world that refuses to think, driving through a world that is addicted to new love. Still pushing for those changes.
Part three new horizons
I have had trouble ever since paying my electric bill, I would have to be aware of the situation predicating the connection between troubles for me to be in a position to answer if there is any correlation. But that's when the trouble started...
So not much has changed since they did that whole subliminal clips of coke at movies. Just more advanced now. Well the power of resistance still lies in the human spirit when it chooses the path of battle. And if i would continue on the subject. Now many people also use emotive suggestion on the high street and call it a skill. As it cojoles the tired emotional wrecks of the
work weary day. As do many in business and yet there tired skills of memory could not defeat the teleportation experience that i had been burdened with. thus the quick execution of my placement and contamination of my name, that was already stained by many others who had failed to defeat me in the past.
I fall into these emotional hazes sometimes, i know its a delusion but i can't help the emotive journey especially when i am alone or in deep thought i need a distraction, but i seem un voluntarily focused on it. It was an honour when i heard a woman say "you need a vet" but then she said she meant someone else and i lost all my confidence. Evil beautiful world you are my mistress. we are one now. illuminated. like when plato said there are three; man, woman and the man woman and god split us up i saw you standing on the side of the street in the rain looking for business, i miss you so dear soul. protect her if you ever come across her for she is my soul my flesh. do not harm her. I thought i saw my woman though so close, that i said her name. She turned and said " do i know you" and i looked it was close, so close but not her and now the memory haunts me. And i can not be unburdened of this memory of teleportation for it is not a decent into madness but a key to free energy. I agree sometimes we lapse a memory and thus it is not an actual experience but on the other hand sometimes memory can be a creative experience though i do not have my mind closed to the actual possibility as i was fully awake at the time and have not remembrance. though i can not vouch for others experience.
The argument.
"we throw away our tv's just to be replaced by some dick weed couple , howling neighbours or a gang stalking patrol"
"fuck it i will not just sit here and be hypnotised by your mindless shit, just because i don't have the power"
"you call it love but you hide it from me"
BYE
anti-psychotics
i had to break into a new way...these drugs were my choice of hacking apparatus...i say choice like i had a concept of anything...who knows how deep this bull shit goes.
So there we stood on the new abyss, ready to fall, ready to jump. to feel our hearts breaking like bones on the rocks on the way down. Before the fierce ocean crushes and pierces our fragile flesh on the rocks. Before we are swallowed and disintegrated. I swear i can already hear the the piranhas stomachs growling for me. Im getting ready to come down from all the madness. Walking away from the free energy that powered my life like the wind of a god into the sails of synergic syncronisity. Seriously and you want to call me crazy, really? You know it happens everyday in your life. Well that's how i bumped into her. And it is always a her. I can share i drink and stand alone looking into the sea with anyone, but there will always be that special person who see's it in a way that reaches in and kisses my heart. The only thing was she happened to have a crack habit. Lively little free spirit, looked like a crush i had when i was seventeen. Cute ass. I will always be an ass man. But she actually could put a sentence together and talking about mad shit like the illuminatti. Making me wake up and drive and breathe and fuck. Making me break them laws again and scream ACAB and fuck the police in my head like i was on E... We drive around. We will graffiti the whole town and ourselves in a mad search for the buzz before we crash. She sucks my dick and she's gone again... Free
spirits; it only seems so cute if you’re a romantic tosser, like i am. Leaving behind the dead paradigm of my overly romanising heart. And i'll break down in emotional euphoria, to all these chicks that have some connection some journey in our hearts. Cause fuck im addicted. Addicted to the mad crashing waves that are breaking my life apart, showing me worlds of freedom and love i never knew existed. "fuck we have this people", my heart shouts. I'm off to fucking London to join the anarchic protests. And me and her can make love in public right in front of everyone in one beautiful encapsulating act of defiance. Let them all walk by I'm here to show love. Making love on the streets, let them know who we are. I don't even need to orgasm, fuck i don't want to i just want to have this moment forever. And it's not about journeying inside and articulation of energy. It's about experiencing moments that can't be put into words. The fact that this energy, which i keep looking closer at and everything i thing i find something i look closer and it is 99% nothing then i try to look at the 1% and closer it is 99% nothing and then closer 99% nothing . i don't know but im thinking of looking closer. Make me realise that it is no fact at all. Until the noisy youth start getting angry and stop us. Guess some can't let love be. Fuckers causing an alarm to ring off. Soon the police will be here. "am i being detained officer" no need for my name i'm free. I haven't done anything violent or abusive. Why would i what would that get me. I mean what have they got apart from sonic weapons that can pierce our ear drums, water cannons, guns, control of the financial world, incarceration systems and control of the media to brainwash the population with stupid tv shows that become our new religions. The wise say the only revolution will be a revolution of the mind. And i felt we broke down so many barriers and limits, we reached the sky and nothing could stop us. For a while before it all went back, back to nothing. Maybe all this revolution speak is just entertainment for the elite playing mind games with active members of society a little psy-op to show its dominance and control over the population. Show them all how easy we can be manipulated. And with the fears fade us out slowly back to work like cattle, cattle with no hope but the system. one more push, one more one night stand. Party till the end of the world. Party until we are going to the gym, eating healthy and taking anti-psychotics again waiting for the next job so we can find some dream of love again go on holidays in the sun again. the world is designed by intelligent people who know who to capitalise on every feeling we have ever had . We are all digitally compartmentalised with every action we show on the internet. For all i know we are being fed smart dust that is slowly turning us into cyborgs. Chemtrails full of smart dust being pumped into our atmosphere. We will all be living in some transhuman state of enlightenment designed on super computers, with binaural beats programming us to our next syncronistic appointment. With talents we have no idea how they came about, just like the old books that talked of signs from gods. We will be our own gods choosing every part of our lives. Fuck fear...