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if i let this pen wander with my mind it is aimless. let it go. my purpose is purposelessness; i believe so completely in nothing that nothing itself is cast into oblivion ...everything emerges ...this illogic is my revolution. as long as i remain senseless, incomprehensible, raving-lunatic-mad, i can continue to offend the statis in society, the status quo (the fucking man). to be so intrigued by absurdity that i am consumed and become absurd too. to let the mundane ugly and the unispired be the divine of my semi-constructed reality. how will i change the world? by accepting that the world never changes; all of this we've seen before, all of this we'll see again. people change... get fucked up. how will i change the world? i'm fucked up. i let go. if i let this pen wander... i try to channel my love. i try to visualize a luminous green that emanates from me into everything, i try to imagine myself as colors and light ...i move beyond my body i want to dissolve. one more pill and i'll kill my mind, then the great illumination- no more color, just light. if i let this pen wander... i want to write something dark but i am incapable of despair faith killed fear. there is no forever and nothing really matters; not me and not this world ...grains of sand in a universe i imagine infinite ...i never stop imagining. what do i believe in? faith in what? my imagination, my isolated reality, the void i see when i close my eyes and try to look at the inside of my eyelids... would i be crazy if i told you that sometimes the void spirals into a wormhole and i can travel through it at velocities that far exceed the potentials of human physiology? ...so this is astral travel ...but i have no idea where i am going and no idea of where i've been ...crazy. but if you believe anything is possible. children are wise. behind my eyelids i find a cardboard box, i climb in and fly to outerspace.
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