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I was supposed to be off call today now I'm leaving town having done about 1/4th of the things that I wished to accomplish. Praised be the lord for the chance at smacking my to do list on the morrow. STAY BLESSED BUNNY BITCHES MAKE MERCREDI MAGIC

no shit oligarchy is bad its almost like there was a book about this guy idk have you heard of this book place I think was called Alexandria

The reader is able to accept most anything alas the writer remains distraught. This writer is in love with death itself. Though suicide is always on the mind this death she speaks of is the tallest toughest man she knows. He won’t fuck her alas that statement is untrue. My death knows better than to love a wild girl. If only I was tame I suppose it’s good. I shouldn’t be broken. I believe in the freedom of horses. Horses should run as far and as fast as they can till they reach the end of the world. As a friend of the horses I will finally be able to run with the winds faster than the speed of all that rests on earth. I cannot break again not for all the love in the world. At least not until I have a savings account filled with riches for those I love. My golden angels on this world. Maybe someday an angel will be ripped from the body I call home. If I’m lucky the little egg will not be ripped in any way at all. If only I needed a man to break my heart. If only I was open to the start. I will cut every attempt at loving anyone ever prayed to start. I will cripple into the ripples that crack along the lines of all that they call home. I am everything and yet I am nothing. They are real. I am not even fake. You can’t be wrong or right on the line. I am zero. The best number in the universe. Just wait till you learn my government. 

cool thrifted jewelry need to get a lux gold chain or should I pick odette or donny/Donovan lmk have a baller day or whatever

its a messy website lol

Rather than be religiously bound to the scarcity of anything on earth why not be a pussy willow about things that matter. Therein lies a crisis in itself resulting in the conglomeration of beliefs known as faith based. Though faith in god, magic and the balance of space and time are the most important beliefs to some, their mental pedestals will still favor a god and develop a religious routine. It will simply be shaped by their interpretation of necessity. Some collect paper, some collect minerals, some collect figurines named after their favorite nostalgia centric tv show. This is a form of archival no matter the condition the pieces preserved from time are their use of energies product. What will come of these items is dependent on the aptitude and swag of the producer. They may be the rotten moldy type or the anal sterile style akin to a doctor backed by his lengthy history sterilizing surfaces. The most common focus on earth at least for the mass of the population is the development of their net worth. Whether it is thought of that way in the moment all endeavors are in some way sought out due to their possibility of practicality and the risk involved. There are other metrics to scale decisions on and yet all options will lead back to a fundamental desire. This fundamental desire must not be cast off or oversaturated by paranoid inventions of the mind but hoisted. There is not much time to create all that you have ever desired. At least the amount of time granted to each feeble soul depends on their willingness to withstand all that damages their biological vehicle through space and time. What is a worthy use of time and how ethical or repugnantly malicious will the individual choose to move within that. As toxic as a brightly stained amazon frog and belligerently loud even the most hideous among us can be compensated heftily for the expenditure of their time. It is about proper advertising and resource management. Those concepts can be hard to grasp sometimes involving the numerical field derailing the fresh hot funnel cake mind. Rather than develop stocks, playlists, portfolios, profiles or piques of interest some get stuck attempting to decide on what is fun. Believe it or not all that is fun is whatever comes to mind. This function is the secret to life. The secret is there was no secret at all. Nothing; everything was a lie. To create and sustain you must equalize. Specific implementation must be expanded on after identified. To be continued.

See, these promising statements seem outrageous. They are. That said, how do you determine what is true and what is false? In life humans tend to exist in a constant fit of paranoia bleeding into every facet of life. Paranoia known as an emotion is a reaction of the nervous system. Left unmonitored any form of this; stress, fear or tension can cause chemical imbalances and physical resistance. Paranoia is natural and necessary often for all kinds of reasons however it is officially capped at the violence level at least in nouveau homosapien society. When left penniless or too inebriated to calibrate, or widely recognized as, “strung out”, people tend to experience a heightened sense of tension in every way. This reality as an illusion has perturbed masses. In addition to the possibility of lacking the human mind's natural tendency to seek out heightened sense of reality and the rush of a fresh new view of the world you know and hold so dear truly amplifies the psyche. Unfortunately this is the pandora's box also known as a paradox of the human experience. The constant shift of sense of what is real and what is fake. As a barely conscious inherently selfish mammalian species it is difficult for us to decipher what is reputable, solid. From the beginning of time precious information saved on scrolls, imprinted on tablets and even written in gold have been desecrated. The events of their loss have been mysterious, having been conspired over for 100’s of 1,000’s of years. It is not uncouth to hold such distrust. In humans alike the bigger brained animals on earth this catastrophic information tends to cause stress alone. The rest of the stress and tension eroding our planets now select yet vivacious animals is related to matters concerning survival. In psychology people refer to this as Maslov’s Psychological needs. The neurotic among us will attempt to use this study to claim a whole boat load of horse shit. That said, the concept is absolutely factual and can be proven in every field of study on earth’s most prestigious institutions. It can even be spiritual. It is fear. The thought that you could die and it will be as soon as it is time withers all that the good god gave you is a very understandable fear some could say the degree of death per day is just increasing by massive amounts every day. That statement is factually true. It is impossible to go through the universe without bearing the scars of past injury. A body is a canvas, a brain is a library, a thought is a shape of the mind, a dream a concoction of the psyche, the psyche a reflection of everything that is. It's a dramatic feat for the mind to grasp all these connections. It's such a drastic feat that the thought one ought to work harder can be an inkling lethal enough to kill off the robust human creativity that is so rarely reaped of its material and metaphysical benefits

You may have heard phrases such as, “Can’t Buy Me Love”, which although remains an established concept defined long before the song has been popularized by the infamous band known as the Beatles. There are such a variety of phrases, jigs and musical numbers in continuity with that song's central theme I could name at least a tree full of them. My favorite will always be that one country singer's rendition of what I’d call the moral “Buy Me a Boat”. Whether you know the lyrics or not you may notice that these songs' morals in fact directly contradict each other. Whether you compare them or not from the title one could argue that they are equal considering the sentiment that in each song the protagonist can seem to bare basic needs and then upholding the sentiment that their material riches pale in comparison to their metaphysically found and funnily enough felt felicity. The cause of their blithely realistic outlooks on life may be completely different and have utterly unpredictable cause for such positivity. At least that is a first person perspective on the reality that in some way things feel high. As a wrong doer of all sorts I can relate to those who feel the need to isolate, self harm, and become stagnant. Thus to end some of the discourse and misunderstanding I will attempt to focus on money management and the ethical concerns necessary to uphold a manageable California sobriety. Believe it or not, positivity is a drug so is everything else on earth.

In the United States our economy has been built on a petty game my generation calls gatekeeping. Billions of people on this earth comment and clamour about the issues we face and yet very few of us seem to be living peacefully. Rather than live out other people's dreams, create your own dream life. That is the thesis statement of a cult is what the astute among us will cry. This collection of essays will hopefully enlighten an opinion that indicates the true fragility of the mind and everything else that could possibly inhabit it. I suppose I could call it something and yet all that comes to mind are all the ways this essay will be mundane for it is a manifesto on all that is obvious. In that it will bring you riches alas it is intended to inspire those who have suffered the wrath of time and similar qualms.