total ramblings
meager expectations. perhaps none, when you build in mud you'll always tumble. sometimes i wonder if anyone pointed me anywhere at all. both physicality and mentality seem white. By no means is this something i want to change, if anything i want more! i want complete flexibilty, i want freedom from whom i am and who i'm not.
You don't own your body. Face it. You'll depart from it at some point, and unless you are a fundamentalist Christian, almost all relegions say you won't return to it. You don't even understand or control it! if anything, your body owns you, or perhaps holds you prisoner. perhaps that's all we are, the missing 21 grams that everyone loses when we die is your true self, escaping it's cruel master. The body as a symbiotic being that leeches on and takes control like anything else in nature.
Many of my teachers haven't been human. Know the nine grounds and you'll know what the enemy brings. Nature just makes me feel more trapped and malapropos around people though. i take to iron like a fish to water. it's a chisel, you hit a muscle from a different angle and have a different view altogether. It's unwavering, has no voice, screams and yells. it's effects are far reaching and effect all. Mind you i hate most bodybuilders and think most competitive physiques lack anything interesting to look at.
i keep day dreaming about this man, ripping through the sky at high speed. His arms swept back, his head tilted back, his leg bent at the knee and feet and calves tucked up making a reverse 'C' out of his lower half. his hair is clumped into 10 different segments, like dreads, except completely straight backwords and more like a carved rock. like long tubes they extend back over his head, they are almost circular but more hexagonal. his arms are emitting very customary flames the colour of the mozilla firefox.
Becoming obsessed with the way things move. It's my soul basis on what kind of person you are.
long and lasting composite
capable of much, weary of all
she doesn't need to
but does anyways
harbours pain and double agents' insane.
sand grains the ungrainable machine
and so it all begins again
lies laughter linguist
are you an insect
or the weight of heels
spun from decency
Splash!
You don't own your body. Face it. You'll depart from it at some point, and unless you are a fundamentalist Christian, almost all relegions say you won't return to it. You don't even understand or control it! if anything, your body owns you, or perhaps holds you prisoner. perhaps that's all we are, the missing 21 grams that everyone loses when we die is your true self, escaping it's cruel master. The body as a symbiotic being that leeches on and takes control like anything else in nature.
Many of my teachers haven't been human. Know the nine grounds and you'll know what the enemy brings. Nature just makes me feel more trapped and malapropos around people though. i take to iron like a fish to water. it's a chisel, you hit a muscle from a different angle and have a different view altogether. It's unwavering, has no voice, screams and yells. it's effects are far reaching and effect all. Mind you i hate most bodybuilders and think most competitive physiques lack anything interesting to look at.
i keep day dreaming about this man, ripping through the sky at high speed. His arms swept back, his head tilted back, his leg bent at the knee and feet and calves tucked up making a reverse 'C' out of his lower half. his hair is clumped into 10 different segments, like dreads, except completely straight backwords and more like a carved rock. like long tubes they extend back over his head, they are almost circular but more hexagonal. his arms are emitting very customary flames the colour of the mozilla firefox.
Becoming obsessed with the way things move. It's my soul basis on what kind of person you are.
long and lasting composite
capable of much, weary of all
she doesn't need to
but does anyways
harbours pain and double agents' insane.
sand grains the ungrainable machine
and so it all begins again
lies laughter linguist
are you an insect
or the weight of heels
spun from decency
Splash!
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