This is the only way.
This doubt led
to where I am, and I hope to never become complacent
with whatever growth I already have achieved. Always improve
, and BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT
I take long-ass, introspective walks
like feet are going out of
. I think
far too much
, too often, and this is
why I skip two-to-three nights of sleep per week, on average. This
is also why I am quite prone to audit
ory and visual hallucinations
without any "substance" to blame
. Sleep dep
FTW! I'm paving plane
s here, Planet
! Outta my way!
I'm a down
I'll let you know that right now. Sharp
as hell, too. You say you like
chatting about life's infinite intricacy and intricate
infinity--about the simultaneous precious
- and cheap
-ness in it all? Barring any
(possibly-present) "fronting" on your end, I'd put money/barter-able goods
on the idea
celeriously-evolving friendship flourishing up between us. Now,
"celerious(ly)" isn't a "real" word, but it well ought
! Even the word "celerity" isn't used as
often as matches the might
of the term's majesty. I mean: just
the other day, my friend made a crack
about something stupid like "speedy
vegetables" or some shit like that. And do you know what
happened?--Celerity Motherfucking Ensued. Now THAT'S what's up.
Here's to language! Even though it only ever convolutes
. Words preserve ideas,
facilitating the distribution of "new" thoughts among the
incantors/inscribers whom employ them, but as much as each word
clarifies, it muddles. Words bind human progress as much as they
whisk it along. This love/hate, give/take, evil-but-necessary
relationship that exists between language and man? This is
and this is
. And there's no
option to pick and/or choose--one simply cannot exist
without the other.
There is a second & opposite face to every coin. "Good" does
not exist in solitude: It ever has been and ever shall be
inextricably coupled with "evil"--the opposite being just as true.
is the order of
. Be at
with it. Accept it. Observe it. Deny it. Take a hike
. Take a breath
. Clip your toenails.
. Set fire to children. Burgle a vault. Eat a pickle
. Don't do a damned
thing. The choice is (and forever has been) yours, but don't
disregard the consequences
! They'll never be the
, anyway. Cake truly cannot be eaten and still had. Keep
this in mind; opt wisely and with reserve. You cannot have it both
. Consider every possible repercussion, and always
, because it's going to happen either way.
Have I sold my Self
to you sufficiently, then? Time will tell. And it does.