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What Brings Being to Rest
Why is it that not a single remembrance of events passed by
eyes so quickly, to turn relatively easily towards personal, self-loathed
demise? And as it is, life speedily
takes flight when on ground desired, not tried though. The clouds hold more truth for the seeker
such as myself, thereby leading to inevitable consistent travel around. This momentum, it is not had by all.
And what is wrong with that?
If to sit and dwelleth in cave of another is what is wanted by an
individual, there is no need nor purpose in disagreeing, for one must do what
one does. This is the end of the very
beginning which was sought out in the first place. Dream all you like, but stay far away from
that state of mind. To dream, no action,
is braindead.
Why do I bring this up?
For the past nine months, jesus now nearly ten, vigorously maintained
capabilities well above average drug user, for business must be ran, smoke
grass a little less. Most importantly,
stay off of those things that are known to be detrimental to health. Yet, even as type this very essay, can see
toxins running through veins protruding out of back palm.
A mission aroseth this morn that one must take the time to
understand. Outstretched work ethics,
made impossible to see clearly into the future, but not even realized what the
past brought, as stated in the start. Climbed
out of tomb, dressed and shaved, shit and showered, walked to store and bought
necessities at random and then returned, to load up two computers and get to
work. Work…
As the year of a new decade draws to a close, looking back
at what minutes spent doing who, path walked before, put on shoes. I don’t know how they do it. Wait, not true, I do, but what? But nothing, as is this message. Nada brings joy, pleasant breeze brings cool
air, nature troubled as much as mind and wash away this belief to make room for
the second which will be thrown away in five.
Jittery noticing that as it comes out, is any sense gained from
tale? Doubt it, move on.
To be honest with all of you, our readers, I have had little
to write about, even less to say, in the past month. Cycles float through being able to put in ten
thousand words versus three. Make them
count. Rendezvous with cougars have made
enjoyable these days, tomorrow will be better.
But this lacking love life takes toll on soul. What happened to the evenings of dinner and
television, curled up with girl on couch, warm covers keeping nude bodies
content?
Know exactly what happened, and that is the main thing that
eats at inners daily. There are moments
when to be blessed in heat is a beautiful thing, and truly a slight miss of
what was. Get thoughts away from that,
for sex is the lord’s best gift to mankind, whereas thought is the worst. Racing, lead or be led, which sounds better?
Well folks, let’s wrap up this bunch of bullshit that really
did not go anywhere and most likely will not.
With each passing day something comes and someone goes. There is a large amount of amassed energy and
information, always moving in an infinite number of directions, straining
process. What brings being to rest
personally is the belief in non-concrete, in the magnitude of perplexities that
will never have answer, and the one single absolute fact in this world:
Everything dies. Therefore,
live.
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