grilledpease

I took all my mirrors off their walls; only then I had looked around and saw a self I could no longer avoid. With this much more malleable reflection banished from my sights, what I now see is who I’ve truly become. Absent from any excuse, I feel the weight of all my actions levied upon me. Left my home has remorse and her deceptions. From here on out, to all of my future pursuits, I am inexcusable.

Our dreams no longer streak across the madness that has overtaken our skies. They surround me, with little where else to go, they surround me. They swarm in the bitter taste of rejection like maggots who were called upon to a feast by the aroma of a carcass that is you and your reliability. My dreams feast on me if they stay in my sight long enough, they make me the accused, and by my guilts I will perish.

Stillness is the antidote to lunacy.

The stunt drugs and psychedelics can cause is observable in people unless you yourself are under the influence. The lone cause of your ignorance is often your own involvement.

Its as if it's impossible for things to not transpire into routine - unrealistic.

Everyone has a routine and routines are not choices, only somes routines are not so beneficial by our personal standards from our personal perspectives, hygienic or unhygienic, to become much of either, you must have followed a routine, something constant you could not have possibly chosen consciously. Intellectual or unintelligent alike, each a routine the other cannot seem to follow.

Hypocrites are the scapegoats of the modern era.

The purpose of death is far more important than any debates had over the aftermath.

Relief is an exposure I am not delicate to.

If I really wanted to go do that, I wouldn’t be so content on sitting here with contemplation.

I mistake my panic as rage, rather than acknowledging my disappointment.

You don’t have to see to be able to feel, but you have to feel to be able to see.

Relaxedness pains me with softness as much as tensenesses strains pain me.

Prayer was the quietest form of scream.

Silence is the best answer to disturbance.

For whatever life means, I mean a million different other things.

It’s comfortable to think you’re hopeless, having hope is hard; but having hope is what it takes to keep living - true hopelessness is surely an instantaneous death.

The first cut hurts the most, unfamiliarity hurts so we often stray from it, no matter its occasionally inconsequential or beneficial consequences.

I could never search for truth in anything because I could never stop searching for whether or not I'm right about it all. I can find truth here, but it’s never what I’m searching for.

A wish is a privileged act. For my wishes to exist as nothing more, I must have unsustainable comfortability. Unstable so that I fear to act on my wishes if it means I could potentially lose my comfort.

I consummate my paranoia, if the world came back now, I could be releaved. But this chilling loneliness, it marks my hesitations clearly, I’m reckless abandon. The chirping birds sound unfamiliar amongst the hollowness of this home, what once was a sign of glimmering memories to come sound out to me now as reminders of the silence I had gotten used to.

Companionship is a security which choice does not deserve.

If a soul is left alone for long enough, it makes its own visitors. Ever hollow, I imagine a crowd of listeners.

If I can only imagine, then I should not be the one to make your excuses.

The almighty remembers his guilt the most.

Thought is a war, your only path to victory is to not participate.

You don’t have to have faith if you know.

You acknowledge less of what you need to do by doing more of what you want to do.

There is no honest victory if theft is a lie.

Kings only exist to appeal to a status which women adore.

I feel forever splintered by my instinct & my desires. Everything from this earth which I desire holds within in it the ability to persecute my instincts. I could not foster any neutrality from where I’m wedged between the stars.

Diplomatic mortality is unlikely where wants meet needs.

Perhaps if he could under what he needs he would want much less. Or is a want necessary to construct a need. Could I get what I need without ever wanting it?

The rate of probability always stays the same, undefined — undeterred by our determinable’s.

What the moral society will never do, it will never do, is take.

Perhaps if he could understand what he needs, he would want much less.

Or is a want necessary to construct a need?

Could I get what I need without ever wanting it?

The only question I ask about this, I am so deeply concerned in understanding the abilities & limitations of change. Can you change instinct itself, or could you only ever momentarily defy it?

How do you get yourself to need to do something without it needing to be done for yourself?

Wether we rationalize this trade otherworldly or materially, man is secretly selfish in everything he gives.

The only thing you ever owed in life is your death.

Everything apart from death is life’s suggestion.

Even to the religious life becomes a purpose to death.

I’m not much different am I?

I just believe it should be an earthly resignation.

Culture is influenced by a mixture of what you have and have to do.

Im convinced my impotence will be remarked as historic among my theorems. Like all those words exist impossibly, as if I defy the odds of my own actions.

You are already dead if you do not have consequence.

It’s as if you never lived.

What is consequence? Something irreplaceable.

Excused, I feel excused by a right to an intimacy with my passionate instances. I am unaccountable to a wider prospect; how dare I be so lackadaisical.

The creature makes its bed with the bones of the unknowing; the less capable; where the weak die the strong survive — it’s the harsh unavoidable truth we have to face when attempting to guide any of our moral constructs. We cannot live without exploitation, so should we even live at all? Any of us? The universe with all of its children are nothing but all consuming wretches of beasts, ever taking.

You must understand it to its fullest extent of comprehension while also being able to separate yourself from it to be in total control of it. If one of either of these conditions are not met, the ‘it’ still apprehends the ‘you’; it’s impossible to separate yourself from something you do not understand, it’s impossible to understand something you are not separated from.

All beings should have a capacity to confided solidarity.

Nobody cares what you want, only what they want; what they think they need.

What you do is/what you have: it’s either you or it’s not.

The longer I live, the weirder my revelations become.

My life will be perspective hunting.

The most bone chilling observation I’ve ever made about the reality I live in, is noticing there will always be changes coming to it.