i am so sick of being told who to be, and how to do it.
i'm sick of having my temporary weakness mistaken for lack of an education.
every male i encounter thinks i need to be dominated and educated, i need to dress better, because they assume my intentions in life are theirs.
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
do you think i haven't heard this shit before?
every other man thinks i need to be like every other man.
and that somehow, i've managed to make it through thirty seven years of life without hearing this shit before.
did i stumble out of a jungle?
was i raised by the missing link and spit through a time machine?
fresh off a bus out of moronville?
somehow i missed school?
i'm wasting time socializing, when i have something completely opposite of that to work toward.
no one understands a fucking word i say.
what am i not saying. how am i being misunderstood. how else can i say it. what else do i need to say.
IN FIVE SECOND FUCKING FRAGMENTS, BIG PIECES OF INFORMATION CANNOT BE RELAYED.
can i not have that error message flash on my forehead, god? is that too much to ask?
perhaps someone read my blog yet? i know that's still too much to ask.
once again, for the completely uneducated in the room who assume i'm them:
my plan in life is to be surrounded by women. i hate men. i'm sorry. i just do. i'm sick of explaining it. read my fucking book, my blog, something. inform yourself before making an uninformed decision please.
i am here to release one album, the money i get from that will get me a house in the woods in washington, where i can headquarter myself, hire some assistants to help start ozztek industries. i will build myself a recording studio, i'll have a car, and if i need to drive to this shithole to get a movie made, i don't have to stay here.
does no one else see this. is it that hard to explain to five second ears. they do not get it. they never will.
they are not the people i am reaching. hence the fucking point!
does no one see this! am i seriously the only fucking one! it makes such simple, logical, perfect fucking sense to me, flawless logic, it's so fucking clear, you could clean it with windex! what the fuck is wrong with you people! is the word 'forward' that fucking foreign to you! that fucking alien a concept! forward. just fucking say it! it will feel better, i guarantee you, that's the fucking product i'm selling, not dave in a fucking box! get the fuck off me!
if i ever hear that shit again, if i ever have to smoke a blunt again, if i ever live a day again where i do what others want for social reasons and get nothing of my own needs met, someone will get fucking hurt.
if i have to verify my identity to this morbid fucking society one more fucking time, someone will get fucking hurt.
i am not here to live in your world.
i am here to escape it properly.
i've studied it for twenty plus years.
i am not uneducated on the topic.
shove your assumptions up your asses.
i have said all this shit too many fucking times in my life for you morons to not hear it.
i will repeat that.
i am not here to be you.
i am not here to participate in your delusion.
i am not here to wear your clothes, earn your paycheck, and comfort you.
how many times have i fucking said this shit! i'll pay a future scholar a million dollars to tell me the answer to that someday in the future! a million dollars and a fucking cheeseburger!
i am here to destroy this sick, stupid, morbid, wrong society by escaping it.
it's the most peaceful plan there could possibly be. you can trust me on that, you haven't studied the topic at all.
you are not an educated voice on this fucking topic, you can stop trying to educate me.
i'm just having a little temporary trouble with the first step.
i have said this shit many fucking times, you can read for your fucking adult human self.
stop telling me you have to change my diapers, when i'm changing yours.
have you fucking gotten it yet?!
let me twittersize that for your small pea sized brain. cause i know for fuck that i can't fit in there.
i think i just proved that. as i have a billion fucking times.
carl sagan, could you nudge mom awake, so she can give you that 'can you count that high?' look again, please?
here, the twitter version.
i will never be you. stop stuffing me into your mold. your clothing sucks. your music sucks. if you cannot comprehend something new, move out of the way of the bulldozer please. thank you. have a wonderful... sorry. told you to move.
i apologize for a reason. i'm driving a bulldozer.
in case you haven't noticed yet, there are people hanging off the bottom of this pyramid.
i'm painfully aware of the fact that you do not see the pyramid i'm talking about.
that's because you're an imperceptive idiot. here's proof. have a wide eyed gander, please.
look at the back of your dollar bill.
thank you.
see the people hanging off the bottom? you're one of them? see?
yes. there. now.
those people could be swept over here...
a new community could be built...
i know, it hurts to stretch that muscle the first few times. that's why people don't know how to use acid yet. it's a chemical, whereas nature creates natural things. they aren't 'natural alternatives'. there is nature, and then there is your idiotic human alternatives. your god is one of the latter. i know, i know, just take a deep breath.
i'm about to push a little hole through your third eye. you're going to see a small light through the top of your head.
it helps to close these two eyes. i know you won't, cause you have your 'reasons' excuses.
picture a nucleus.
zoom in.
imagine you see tentacles of light and energy on the surface of that nucleus.
they are absorbing consciousness into the neuron inside a brain.
now picture this.
humanity on the earth.
evolving into tentacles of light and energy absorbing consciousness into the earth, to turn this neuron into a light inside this mind. you'll see the concrete around you liquify into the earth like the delusion it truly is.
now imagine, i saw that when i was about thirteen years old. give or take a few fuzzy years.
i have had two lucid dreams.
i have had one astral dream.
they are all written about.
i had an ayahuasca dream.
i haven't done ayahuasca yet.
if you do not know what those are, then please, do yourself a favour and stop looking so fucking stupid to me. look at me as an equal, and you might see the future i plan to design. if you close your mind and spit out words too often, you're not hearing the full story, thus you're forming opinions too soon, instead of informed decisions by being fully informed. my mother would be digging for her gun right about now. i should have snapped a year ago. you're pushing a very very tight trigger, over and over, and expecting a different reaction.
and then you tell me i'm insane.
you tell me definitions of this reality to enforce your belief in it.
you're failing to realize, i plan to shatter that reality with the full force of a psychedelic break.
something no other psychologist has discussed on this planet yet. not freud, not jung, not terence mckenna.
you want to push the buttons in my brain, you won't like what you find. you should be careful.
this is not territory for you to go ignorantly stumbling around in. this is a minefield around a nuclear assault chamber that's housed around a personal defense arsenal, and that's all compressed and locked into a psychedelic barrier of psychic rage, antisocial anger toward the membrane of death.
before you tell me which clone you'd like to be, please don't look so stupid, and inform yourself on the definition of antisocial. not just teenage angst antisocial behaviour, but antisocial culture.
people think they know something, and the more they say, the dumber they sound, and they never realize it.
humanity as a collective never realizes it.
i plan to end that.
it's a choice.
a shift of perception.
it might hurt your human brain. it's like showing an ant what it's like to build a pyramid, and how to destroy one, and why, all in the span of it's little five day life.
my mother used to say 'closed minds always have open mouths'.
she also used to say, 'it's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid, rather than open it and prove it.
we also appreciated that lyric in the metallica song, 'the empty can rattles the most'.
they all think they know something.
if they'd shut up and read my blog, they'd realize how wrong they are.
i'll pay a scholar twenty billion brain jello rubels in arcturian currency...
i'll give you your own company where you can sell hugs for a grand a pop...
i got these cheeseburgers man, i'll suck yo dick...
if you can travel back to the year twenty sixteen, around february, and tell someone that.
be a not so lazy friend, and share it on twitter, so it can go viral like it was supposed to last year.
but thanks to beiber...
you guys go on being proud of yourselves.
i'd rather laugh and dream forward.
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