Observer’s Struggle (G.O.O.D)
old dog who doesn’t smile kick him and darkness upon all who participates in my holy deed I wanted it forever despite my period of exsinetence of chance I am energy at most no body
bro im literally js sitting at my desk on a random (NOT RANDOM! GOD DAY DAY NIGHT DUSK!) Tuesday night writing bs
burstie ld sour and rotten good to my mouth and that’s all who matters who how are all the same word in his mind but he and me are of the same atom atom with no conscious so what does that make us
burstie (pause not a beat, keep reading and balance ypur processors and intake both energies are the same)
burdens are good because all absolute values need their fiends with no feelings burden is not a value or word but something other which no symbol of ink will get to even their pointless and unintentional beats
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damn thanks im crazy at not at ugh words ignore grammar and use your damn heart to understand me which I want so deeply, our energies crave to kill each others each electrons has no feeling or other only reaction, my dear building blocks. thanks to your reactions which you have no intention of making, I get to sit and get a dog and run into wind for no damn reason, why has your rule governed me if we are different matter? matter is not real anyways, real isn’t a word and words are electrons to but I would never dishonor my god
I describe this with a background and intent and since all becomes significant through me, a man who has completed the natural loop of hunter and hunted stands in front of its metal bars and prosectures who refute and grapple against with their unmoving biases and impatient movements, he shoots again and again but what good do I have noticing? My seat exists in which I experience all and its me, my experience because I look through my eyes but knowing that doesn’t make me better than all the other flesh and surrounds me with their green clothes and sandals and marbles but since I begin and end with all encapsulated all experience and human nature is of me because it is all I know but I don’t know anything for sure. I hope this message gets through your layers of air and flesh and murder, I want you to understand because our energies belong together in balance young one of whom I do not know. you exist even without my knowledge so it makes no significance to you if I understand. but I am an observer and trapped in your perception, turned into stone. I am trapped in a web because my thinking will never allow me to ascend. I am no higher power, but higher synthesizes in my beats. by chance I think and I hate this message.
paradox is freezing as well you solid perceptioner, once the realization happens all the energy is gone and there is not much left to see. there is bounds left to see, but the fact that I know that means it is gone. there is a wall between me and it. once I realize it is there, I am above both the wall and it. good luck in your suit you insolent creature. so much judgement from my flesh but my mind exists in a 2D plane with equal energy everywhere. it seems 2D because the 4D presents one of its glowy arms in that manner. can it not contain itself? ask it, ask the realm. I know you old 4D. it doesn’t care. can you understand each black and white? we are white with our minds bending and looping back to ourselves, connecting and looping so frustratingly as the black dark matter simply doesn’t exist in that manner. but my seat must be there if my seat exists here, correct? Correct? are you young? advantaged old and young and cell happens to have a ridge? question marks probe your brains voice with is simple, voice and sound but there is no wave of noise in your mind so what is that voice? I know it.!
one trick dog. I need to explore you and see, I know there are bounds and when I say there are bounds it simplifies your domain and tunnels you into my hippocampus. notice, notice that I am saying all of this. I have more and saying more making you think more and I have now tunneled myself into having more. there are bounds, notice them in energy not in word. my mouth lies to the other ink or wave, whatever energy you receive. I am tired and good but those dint matter to me because the are tunnels to good and fun retarded places, damn heaven and hell to which all words lead. every energy and intention you hold will be infinitely multiplied.
FINAL WORD BE SAD :)
im talking to you and a plateau but the plateau is you not the reader dont worry and rejoyce ! g symbol of g reliquish your juices but i am unsatisfied. god luck good and ignore each symbol. manouver with your energy instead, the only thing i trust to an extent. other than these deceitful words.. i do hate them for their impact not their intent, because they do not have any. i reserve my human pronouns to you cold arbitrary rational flipped down symbols.. goddie god
-1 iq btw okay shut up HA!
