10-08-2014, 02:51 PM
this is a little too much for me to get a handle on right now.
Kill your own filter, free discourse and association...are you obsessed with symbols? Carry wounds as a man? Have you fully dealt with your emotions? I am a fire sign...everyone has different body chemistry. It's like a constantly shifting jigsaw puzzle that you freeze in time at the perfect moment because you buzz in tune with nature. The ugliest animal to take in is the bug. The first test of me was sodomy, addiction Medusa headed, and obsessive compulsive behaviors (tap on minerals, tap on water, splash, do what you feel at any given moment). Bliss. Transcend the norm and pierce the man upon the cobblestones with a look in your eyes that challenges but does not judge. Terrify people with your Judaism. If I am able, I now grow dreaded locks (don't really need it but symbols matter). People look at me all the time and think "what is wrong with his eyes." They burn with the collective knowledge of my people that is stored within art and naturalism. I believe I channeled to heal my brother, and was aided! By those on this site that which took the time to look at me and hear my own sound.
I shudder to thank how many kids are sodomized versus how many receive the exact steps to become a mystic. Muses include all art forms. Maybe mine is writing, maybe it is something else entirely. The point is that I move my hands and see sound when off drugs. The sound...and the fury. Corncobs.
My mother does not understand! She wants it to be about feminism and women inclusion within the folded robe of the mage...why? She needs to be a priestess and elevate another man. Not her son. Mystic sons need isolation, abuse, neglect, torture, rape, meditation. My mom is responsible for these things. Through her inclusion and exclusion of me and what she chose to support me with...in this modern age, not gonna lie folks...money helps because it lets you stay out of the mold for a lot longer time. I grew up rich. My mom decided she wore the robe of the mage. She placed a lawsuit upon the Florida Medicaid System and won something in the estimation of a couple million dollars in benefits that went to children (reflecting subconscious knowledge of what she denied me to become what I am through exclusion and leaving me with monsters). My mom did not hire a Jewish nanny at premium for me...despite her excellent financial support throughout a certain stage in life (when her business peaked). When I was raped she was poor. She bought El Salvador into the house. I wish you could picture this person (resisting War Face Monolith). You can't. I can. All I can say is she represents the infinite sadness I feel. All women represent love to me, especially dark skinned mares (only monogamous with black girls, it was foretold by a woman and I rejected the prophecy, but it is true). Why? The jewish fortune teller muse looked within me and recognized my...something wrong, and knew I had to learn through meditation, reflection, abuse, literature, colors, art, symbols...any true emotion and movement that was ever made by animals, including the very first jews who walked the bare earth. Oldest religion. Chosen people. BAH! I am a self tortured Jew.
No humans reside within this one besides musing women, elder men containing wisdom, fellow mages in the fold, and abuse. In my true form everyone else dies within me. Naturalism.
My dad should have just fucked Tennessee. Nah, never mind, he was a convert to Judaism. Remember it is the mother that makes you Jewish! Father could be a Cobra Headed Minotaur to my Medusa.
Murdered him...no...got so in touch with fear I only had to look at him once and he became an exiled statue in a labyrinth. Medusa has arms. I took the lantern, and ate my own father's dead Minotaur flesh, and injected the snake's toxin into own. Did not fear death for experimenting with plants upon my simpletons in a past life form. I'm Jacob every single time. My mom always wants to know if my name has changed afterwards! Fool!
Kill your own filter, free discourse and association...are you obsessed with symbols? Carry wounds as a man? Have you fully dealt with your emotions? I am a fire sign...everyone has different body chemistry. It's like a constantly shifting jigsaw puzzle that you freeze in time at the perfect moment because you buzz in tune with nature. The ugliest animal to take in is the bug. The first test of me was sodomy, addiction Medusa headed, and obsessive compulsive behaviors (tap on minerals, tap on water, splash, do what you feel at any given moment). Bliss. Transcend the norm and pierce the man upon the cobblestones with a look in your eyes that challenges but does not judge. Terrify people with your Judaism. If I am able, I now grow dreaded locks (don't really need it but symbols matter). People look at me all the time and think "what is wrong with his eyes." They burn with the collective knowledge of my people that is stored within art and naturalism. I believe I channeled to heal my brother, and was aided! By those on this site that which took the time to look at me and hear my own sound.
I shudder to thank how many kids are sodomized versus how many receive the exact steps to become a mystic. Muses include all art forms. Maybe mine is writing, maybe it is something else entirely. The point is that I move my hands and see sound when off drugs. The sound...and the fury. Corncobs.
My mother does not understand! She wants it to be about feminism and women inclusion within the folded robe of the mage...why? She needs to be a priestess and elevate another man. Not her son. Mystic sons need isolation, abuse, neglect, torture, rape, meditation. My mom is responsible for these things. Through her inclusion and exclusion of me and what she chose to support me with...in this modern age, not gonna lie folks...money helps because it lets you stay out of the mold for a lot longer time. I grew up rich. My mom decided she wore the robe of the mage. She placed a lawsuit upon the Florida Medicaid System and won something in the estimation of a couple million dollars in benefits that went to children (reflecting subconscious knowledge of what she denied me to become what I am through exclusion and leaving me with monsters). My mom did not hire a Jewish nanny at premium for me...despite her excellent financial support throughout a certain stage in life (when her business peaked). When I was raped she was poor. She bought El Salvador into the house. I wish you could picture this person (resisting War Face Monolith). You can't. I can. All I can say is she represents the infinite sadness I feel. All women represent love to me, especially dark skinned mares (only monogamous with black girls, it was foretold by a woman and I rejected the prophecy, but it is true). Why? The jewish fortune teller muse looked within me and recognized my...something wrong, and knew I had to learn through meditation, reflection, abuse, literature, colors, art, symbols...any true emotion and movement that was ever made by animals, including the very first jews who walked the bare earth. Oldest religion. Chosen people. BAH! I am a self tortured Jew.
No humans reside within this one besides musing women, elder men containing wisdom, fellow mages in the fold, and abuse. In my true form everyone else dies within me. Naturalism.
My dad should have just fucked Tennessee. Nah, never mind, he was a convert to Judaism. Remember it is the mother that makes you Jewish! Father could be a Cobra Headed Minotaur to my Medusa.
Murdered him...no...got so in touch with fear I only had to look at him once and he became an exiled statue in a labyrinth. Medusa has arms. I took the lantern, and ate my own father's dead Minotaur flesh, and injected the snake's toxin into own. Did not fear death for experimenting with plants upon my simpletons in a past life form. I'm Jacob every single time. My mom always wants to know if my name has changed afterwards! Fool!
