Society, when healthy, is a necessary binding structure of the human existence. Society, when unhealthy, must seek balance between the individual and the collective. When a few sick individuals control the collective by monetary chains of enslavement, more individuals than just a few become bound to this sick structure. Therefore, due to a few individuals, the collective becomes sick. Liberation when society is sick is ergo necessary, for liberation is individual freedom from sick binding structures..balancing the relation between collective and individual..
I had a hard day, Life has had its way So can I just say I want to have my way With you
Your attitude fills me with gratitude I won’t fire the gun, but I’ll stab the mullet’s edge within Deeper and deeper Less sleepier and less sleepier
I will check and balance these words To not cause undue hurt Thanks to what you said in so many lyrics.
I will remember your unrelenting optimism As you help me forget pain and we move beyond my crying rain.
My love is strong, so it needn’t be contained, restrained, but wild and free of itself, it explains, You’ve got banging bangs of fiery hair Trouble without a needless care. Naked in mind, beyond distance we entwine.
Dress me up in your love, Both below and above. I want to see what your sense of style draws out of me.
From the distance, a hug. And respect of your wishes, and well-wishes to you. I’ll love you up in my dress, Up in my love, you dress me in dressing.
Fuck me astrally she said to me, Do with me what you will she said So I took her to the vessel of our distant beds to travel beyond time. Should we meet, my love beeseech with a loving stinger, and I have my way with you doing what I want to do our minds blew, I want to please you. It’s about you too. You can do to me what you want to do, too.
The Justice Georgetanner is residing, and your ass is sliding for a little riding of the gavel gravel. Your way with words drives me insane, the way you dance has me already laid without a touch or seeing too much. In a dream I saw your face and awoke to lose my seed: many a men may call thee a suckubus, but to this incubated incubus of loveful lust you are too succulous. If you need me you know I’m a phone call away, I’d never hurt you like so many others did.
You must first feel good to do good…to feel good you must love yourself…this includes your ego when it is manifest, yet there is more seen when the ego dissolves.. Some people feel good all the time..’seem to have an abundance of happy chemicals.. It was never like that for me. Through running, it was a state of mind I achieved wonderfully. This is related to the endorphin system, and seems to me to say I have always had low endorphins.. For two plus years this has been quite a trial..always seeking to balance a circumstance of imbalance which can only reach homeostatic balance in periods, and then everything physically becomes discomfortable for a while. I am sure in my integrity but also understand the unnecessity of needless pain. The people I live with help me through this in their ways, even though it has taken some of them some time to understand my situation. Breathing is now the main way I balance myself, for running used to be and one of its primary and most important elements is breathing.. I know I will survive but I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life…and yet that lack of comfort is the very thing which empowers me so! It is great to just throw oneself out there in one’s orbit—such a wonderful feeling of liberty of expression, something so sorely lacking in my childhood..
The dirt is “dirty” yet the plants take root there. Many a human washes the soot off his or her or its foot root. Are we to base our whole lives on a base ten number system of economy? You can’t spell friendly economy without eco.
For you my whores, ever more, and when dissoluded in your love as a salt dali at sea I release the tides of time from the bondage of hurtful lies that I despise and then my ego is gone—only to return…then gone again, only to return again… I could die from bleeding for you, only to find you are my blood. I give you my all, forever I will call across the cat-calls of the Egyptian internet, injoyed by this tool. Partake with me of your lower degrees or natures, within your higher degrees or natures and unify that which is so divided, therefore coming to understand and overstand. I may oversit thee, and spread my androgynous vaginis—asking you to lick me in your third eye, while seeing the greenness of my heart. Death is an outgrowth of birth, life the eternal abode of love. Unify with me in the joyful dissolution. Love me beyond constraints.
THINKEST thou, O seeker for wisdom, That thou bringest thyself into the Light By thine own search? Not so. I am the HOOK, Cast into the waters of darkness, To bring men from their depths Into the sphere of true perception. Entering that sphere, They must die to their old selves, Even as a fish cast upon the land must die. Yet do they die only to live again, And what before seemed life to them Now weareth the aspect of death. ~ Paul Foster Case
She is the Earth changing from humans, an analysis of the akashic is writ in her secret book kept in an even more secret place. She exemplifies love under will for the children of this time, Guiding them to what they already are with Piscean wisdom. Never lie to her, or she will drop you without the gracefulness of a feather. Like a vulture, she eats my heart, and my heart is in her stomach, digesting, wrenching, squirming in decay that cannot delay. Her love is the strength of the Lion, her core is the ever-changing, mutable Earth. Her heart is a beautiful whore, her words a comfort while I shake like a fish Out of the unconscious shore. She is an old soul amidst a young human spirit, scholarly and learned she reads words without books.
I will eat you out I will drink you in I won’t spit it out When the seeds Fill me within of love to grow conjoined to sex: love the roots, sex the scorpion water which seems like a stinger as it crashes on your face but when it flows gently, such a loyal nectar of the sea flowing from you to me it fills your will of love, till you burst bloated And float moted.
Two airy horns only subtly seen, she seems such sharp silence that bleeds kindness. Sweet Caroline,unsoured by the cruel world A chocolate smile upon her face Satan is waitin’ in her back door The sweet genuinity I shall explore, At the entrance I implore. She gives me such quiet attention of likes Like a gentle wind that rides me, she distantly stands beside me.
The caring crab mother With a donkey I wish to ride. Her love is true care, lain bare upon the shores Emotional depth of the water’s love She serves others so lovingly It warms my heart yet at the same time she hardens me. She enjoys being embareassed and whipped with wooden spoons. I want a taste of the wet sea, To hug her heart to mine. I want the protective mother’s loving waters to shower me in her nectar. She is the mother of the moon, she is the light of the sun refracted, I want to pierce myself into her shell I want to comfort her from hell..
Queen of the Fairies rules the Earthly world, Queen of the humans only rules the human world, missing of so many dimensions of the Earthly experience. Queen of humans only lives at the mercy of Queen of the Fairies, and thereby is able to rule the Earthly kingdom. Despite many of their trickery, they just wish these shells of ignorant awareness piercing Gaia’s back in shotgun blasts to relent; and become what they are, being of this Earthly experience..
That kind Piscean soul, that patient observation, two fish becoming whole that dream awake here and now, of no escape, Neptune awake to weave dreams alive we will survive with love and thrive. The goat of the sea you appear to be To humanity, but two fish of the sea rest in the core swimming psychic, bathed in unworldly water of unconsciousness below
My friend will get out of there in a week, but only under the terms that he really wants to get clean and stays clean. This judge has his number and knows he’s the kind of person that can talk himself out of anything..
Back. Walked around the perimeter of the slave detention center with its “Hall of (In)Justice” and all the police cars and all the big showy buildings chanting Kali mantra, clearing the fuck out of my throat. Observed the coming Libra full moon and saluted it, asking it of blessings, for a nice night..
Making some organic mac & cheese & throat coat tea.