STRENGTHENING THAT CORE
19:06 STRENGTHENING
THAT CORE. THE CORE OF ATTENTION REQUIRES MORE ATTENTION TO BECOME STRONGER. BY
CONCENTRATING. BY ALL OF MY ATTENTION. THIS IRRATIONAL DESIRE TO WRITE NOTHING
KNOWS WHAT, NOT EVEN I MYSELF KNOW WHAT I WANT TO WRITE.
THE DESIRE TO WRITE WITHOUT MEANING, AN EMOTIONALLY DRIVEN DISEASE, CREATED BY EMOTION AND LED BY IT. DISASTER AFTER DISASTER. ANNOYANCE REMOVES ITSELF WITH MORE GREAT ANNOYANCE. A TERRIBLY BAD TASTE ON THE MOUTH. NOT HAVING ANY TIME TO FIX THE MISTAKES, TO CORRECT THE WRITER.
DISASTER AFTER DISASTER. UNDER THE RAT-LIKE BODIES THERE ARE ALWAYS HIDDEN TREASURES. ANGELIC VOICES GUIDE THE CREATURE WHO WRITES WITH NO MEANING, POINT, UNDERSTANDING. SUCH A CREATURE IS A DISASTER. THE DISASTER IS MADE OF CREATURE. POINT. NOTHING.
THESE WORDS ARE NOTHING IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO, UNDER THE FEET OF THE CREATURE WHO HAS WRITTEN THIS, WERE BORN AND DIE TWICE. AND NEVER BORN AGAIN. A FINAL FASCINATING ATTRACTION TO THE UGLIEST CREATURE THAT LIVES UNDER THIS WRITER'S FEET. PHYSICAL WEAKNESS, NUMBNESS OF MUSCLES.
MEDIOCRITY HAS OCCUPIED ALL HORIZONS. OBVIOUSLY, NOTHING IS RIGHT AT ANY TIME IN THE MODERN POST-MODERN REALITY. THE CREATURE CERTAINLY CAN BE FIXED WITH A SELF-THROAT CUTTING PROCEDURE. THE IMPORTANCE OF DREAMS IS UNDENIABLE. CANNOT BE REMOVED OR DESTROYED.
IMPORTANCE GIVES BIRTH TO ITSELF WITH EVERY AWAKENING OF THE BEING. ANOTHER DISASTER. ANOTHER MEDIOCRE PSEUDO-EXPERIENCE OF PSEUDO-EXISTENCE. NO REASON TO WRITE A LOT. PREFERABLY TO FORGET ALL YOU KNOW ABOUT THE NATURE OF NOTHINGNESS. AND THE WRITINGS, THE WRITINGS, ANNOYING.
COMFORT IS A DISASTER. THOSE WHO CHOOSE COMFORT ARE THE ENEMIES OF THE LIVING BEING. NO POINT IN MY KINDNESS TOWARDS TWO-LEGGED BEASTS THAT CRAWL TO MY FEET. ONE BITE EQUALS ONE SHOT IN ITS DOGLIKE SKULL. DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR OF THE HUMANLIKE PARODY.
TALKS, WALKS, CONSUMES, YET HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE HUMAN BEING. A PARODY. TRAGEDY AND COMEDY. OF WHAT TODAY'S WORLD CONSISTS. THESE TWO COMPONENTS. AND SUFFERING, SUFFERING. SUFFERS THE ONE WHO POSSESSES THE MIND.
THE IMPORTANCE OF SENSES. ALL MY KNOWLEDGE OF WORDS IS ABSENT. NOTHING CAN BE KNOWN PROPERLY. THIS CREATURE, IT STAYS IN THE SHADOWS OF ITS OWN REMNANTS, WAITING FOR ITS RESURRECTION, HOLDING ITS FUTURE FORM OF SELF-DECAPITATION UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE PALE MOON. THE PALEST SKIN THAT IS STILL VISIBLE. STILL NOTICEABLE. STILL TOUCHABLE.
THE MOST FRAGILE-LOOKING THROAT. LOVE OR HATE IT REQUIRES. HE WHO IS STRONGER DECIDES WHAT WILL HE GIVE TO SUCH BEAUTY. NOT MY POINT, NOT A WISH, NOTHING. IT STILL REMAINS IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM. AS AN EMPTINESS, IMPOSSIBLE TO FILL. ANYTHING PUT IN THERE DISAPPEARS FOREVER.
NECESSITY FINDS ITSELF IN THE ABSOLUTE NECESSITY OF REPEATING LEARNED THINGS. LIVES AS A DOG, DIES AS A DOG.WORDS ARE TRANSLATING MY REAL BUSINESS, WISHES, INTERESTS, I STILL STRUGGLE TO DESCRIBE IN THE FORM OF WORDS, SENTENCES, TOTALITARIAN STRUCTURED WRITINGS. BURNT-OUT BOUNDARIES.
NOT RIGHT. STILL NOT THERE. NOT HERE, NO.
THE HIDDEN TREASURE OF THE CREATURE. NOTHING OCCUPIED THE IMPORTANCE OF BIRTH. CHOOSE NOTHING. DISASTER GIVES BIRTH. VOICES GUIDE WRITINGS ABOUT THE MODERN POSTMODERN DISASTERS. GUIDANCE WAS BORN AND DIES TWICE. SUCH A CREATURE PREFERS TO FORGET. DISASTER UNDER THE LAYER OF A DREAM. THE WRITER'S FEET ARE UNDENIABLE IN THE NATURE OF NOTHINGNESS.
THE WRITER'S FOOT STEPS INTO THE NATURE OF NOTHINGNESS AND CATCHES WHAT SHOULD BE CAUGHT. DISCOMFORT WITH EVERY AWAKENING. ENERGY SPOILS AND SPREADS OUT FROM MY CENTRE. KINDNESS HAS DIED AND WAS BORN TWICE. THE PSEUDO-EXISTENCE OF TWO-LEGGED BEASTS. ATTRACTION BY SELF-THROATCUTTING PROCEDURE. ATTRACTION TO THE FLESH EQUALS DEATH.
EXERCISE, EXERCISE, EXERCISE. THE ONLY WAY. AN ACTIVE LIVING, AND NOT PASSIVE. BUT THE WRITING ITSELF IS NOTHING. I WOULD SAY EVEN MORE THAT WHAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN IS NOTHING, AND HAS NOTHING IN COMMON WITH ART. ART IS HIGHER. WHAT IS "HIGHER". THOSE WHO WRITE, MAKE SOUND, CREATE SOMETHING, THEY ARE ALL LIARS, FIRST OF ALL, THEY ARE LIARS TO THEMSELVES.
ANALYTICS AND PROGNOSTICS HAVE NEVER WORKED AND NEVER WILL. IT IS ANOTHER MASSIVE LIE. WHY THEY LIVE. WHY IT LIVES. PREFERABLY NOT TO NOTICE ITS OWN PROGRESS, EVOLUTION. TOO SCARY, PERHAPS. FEAR CAN BE USEFUL, FOR THE MOST TIME IT OCCURS IT IS A WEAKNESS AND AN UNNECESSARY TIMEWASTING ENERGYWASTING HOLE. EVERYTHING IS NOTHING BUT WEAKNESS. ETERNAL, NEVER ENDING.
ALWAYS SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, GOES ON AND ON, AND IT CREATES THE ILLUSION OF LIFE, AN OUTSIDE WORLD THAT IS "ANOTHER LIVING ORGANISM", SEPARATED. LIES. IT IS NEVER ALIVE, NEVER MOVES WITHOUT THE PERMISSION OF THE MASTER. AND THE MASTER IN THIS CASE IS HE WHO LIVES AND ENJOYS CONSCIOUS LIFE.
EVERYTHING I MADE IS ME. I POSSESS ALL THOSE FORMS, NO MATTER HOW THEY LOOK. EVERYTHING I CREATE IS ME AND ABOUT MYSELF. THE ORIGINATOR. BEYOND ANY MEANING, ANY ORGANISM. NOT OF A PHYSICAL NATURE. NOT OF THE MATTER NATURE. A TERRIBLE TASTE OF IT. ALL COMES THROUGH SUFFERING. THE IRONY. I AM EVERYTHING I EVER CREATED, ANY FORM, ANY CREATURE. AN EVENT. AN IDEA. VARIOUS FORMS. A HISTORY.
IT ALL LEADS TO ME IN THE END. FOR IT COMES OUT OF ME. FOR I AM THE ORIGINATOR, THE CREATOR. ANY SOUND, ANY PICTURE, ANY SENTENCE. THE POWER OF A CREATURE WHO UNDERSTANDS ITS ABILITY OF MORPHING, TRANSFORMING AND TAKING ON ANY FORM IT DESIRES. SUCH IS THE POWER OF THE FREE BEING.
THE DESIRE TO WRITE WITHOUT MEANING, AN EMOTIONALLY DRIVEN DISEASE, CREATED BY EMOTION AND LED BY IT. DISASTER AFTER DISASTER. ANNOYANCE REMOVES ITSELF WITH MORE GREAT ANNOYANCE. A TERRIBLY BAD TASTE ON THE MOUTH. NOT HAVING ANY TIME TO FIX THE MISTAKES, TO CORRECT THE WRITER.
DISASTER AFTER DISASTER. UNDER THE RAT-LIKE BODIES THERE ARE ALWAYS HIDDEN TREASURES. ANGELIC VOICES GUIDE THE CREATURE WHO WRITES WITH NO MEANING, POINT, UNDERSTANDING. SUCH A CREATURE IS A DISASTER. THE DISASTER IS MADE OF CREATURE. POINT. NOTHING.
THESE WORDS ARE NOTHING IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO, UNDER THE FEET OF THE CREATURE WHO HAS WRITTEN THIS, WERE BORN AND DIE TWICE. AND NEVER BORN AGAIN. A FINAL FASCINATING ATTRACTION TO THE UGLIEST CREATURE THAT LIVES UNDER THIS WRITER'S FEET. PHYSICAL WEAKNESS, NUMBNESS OF MUSCLES.
MEDIOCRITY HAS OCCUPIED ALL HORIZONS. OBVIOUSLY, NOTHING IS RIGHT AT ANY TIME IN THE MODERN POST-MODERN REALITY. THE CREATURE CERTAINLY CAN BE FIXED WITH A SELF-THROAT CUTTING PROCEDURE. THE IMPORTANCE OF DREAMS IS UNDENIABLE. CANNOT BE REMOVED OR DESTROYED.
IMPORTANCE GIVES BIRTH TO ITSELF WITH EVERY AWAKENING OF THE BEING. ANOTHER DISASTER. ANOTHER MEDIOCRE PSEUDO-EXPERIENCE OF PSEUDO-EXISTENCE. NO REASON TO WRITE A LOT. PREFERABLY TO FORGET ALL YOU KNOW ABOUT THE NATURE OF NOTHINGNESS. AND THE WRITINGS, THE WRITINGS, ANNOYING.
COMFORT IS A DISASTER. THOSE WHO CHOOSE COMFORT ARE THE ENEMIES OF THE LIVING BEING. NO POINT IN MY KINDNESS TOWARDS TWO-LEGGED BEASTS THAT CRAWL TO MY FEET. ONE BITE EQUALS ONE SHOT IN ITS DOGLIKE SKULL. DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR OF THE HUMANLIKE PARODY.
TALKS, WALKS, CONSUMES, YET HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE HUMAN BEING. A PARODY. TRAGEDY AND COMEDY. OF WHAT TODAY'S WORLD CONSISTS. THESE TWO COMPONENTS. AND SUFFERING, SUFFERING. SUFFERS THE ONE WHO POSSESSES THE MIND.
THE IMPORTANCE OF SENSES. ALL MY KNOWLEDGE OF WORDS IS ABSENT. NOTHING CAN BE KNOWN PROPERLY. THIS CREATURE, IT STAYS IN THE SHADOWS OF ITS OWN REMNANTS, WAITING FOR ITS RESURRECTION, HOLDING ITS FUTURE FORM OF SELF-DECAPITATION UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE PALE MOON. THE PALEST SKIN THAT IS STILL VISIBLE. STILL NOTICEABLE. STILL TOUCHABLE.
THE MOST FRAGILE-LOOKING THROAT. LOVE OR HATE IT REQUIRES. HE WHO IS STRONGER DECIDES WHAT WILL HE GIVE TO SUCH BEAUTY. NOT MY POINT, NOT A WISH, NOTHING. IT STILL REMAINS IN ITS ORIGINAL FORM. AS AN EMPTINESS, IMPOSSIBLE TO FILL. ANYTHING PUT IN THERE DISAPPEARS FOREVER.
NECESSITY FINDS ITSELF IN THE ABSOLUTE NECESSITY OF REPEATING LEARNED THINGS. LIVES AS A DOG, DIES AS A DOG.WORDS ARE TRANSLATING MY REAL BUSINESS, WISHES, INTERESTS, I STILL STRUGGLE TO DESCRIBE IN THE FORM OF WORDS, SENTENCES, TOTALITARIAN STRUCTURED WRITINGS. BURNT-OUT BOUNDARIES.
NOT RIGHT. STILL NOT THERE. NOT HERE, NO.
THE HIDDEN TREASURE OF THE CREATURE. NOTHING OCCUPIED THE IMPORTANCE OF BIRTH. CHOOSE NOTHING. DISASTER GIVES BIRTH. VOICES GUIDE WRITINGS ABOUT THE MODERN POSTMODERN DISASTERS. GUIDANCE WAS BORN AND DIES TWICE. SUCH A CREATURE PREFERS TO FORGET. DISASTER UNDER THE LAYER OF A DREAM. THE WRITER'S FEET ARE UNDENIABLE IN THE NATURE OF NOTHINGNESS.
THE WRITER'S FOOT STEPS INTO THE NATURE OF NOTHINGNESS AND CATCHES WHAT SHOULD BE CAUGHT. DISCOMFORT WITH EVERY AWAKENING. ENERGY SPOILS AND SPREADS OUT FROM MY CENTRE. KINDNESS HAS DIED AND WAS BORN TWICE. THE PSEUDO-EXISTENCE OF TWO-LEGGED BEASTS. ATTRACTION BY SELF-THROATCUTTING PROCEDURE. ATTRACTION TO THE FLESH EQUALS DEATH.
EXERCISE, EXERCISE, EXERCISE. THE ONLY WAY. AN ACTIVE LIVING, AND NOT PASSIVE. BUT THE WRITING ITSELF IS NOTHING. I WOULD SAY EVEN MORE THAT WHAT HAS BEEN WRITTEN IS NOTHING, AND HAS NOTHING IN COMMON WITH ART. ART IS HIGHER. WHAT IS "HIGHER". THOSE WHO WRITE, MAKE SOUND, CREATE SOMETHING, THEY ARE ALL LIARS, FIRST OF ALL, THEY ARE LIARS TO THEMSELVES.
ANALYTICS AND PROGNOSTICS HAVE NEVER WORKED AND NEVER WILL. IT IS ANOTHER MASSIVE LIE. WHY THEY LIVE. WHY IT LIVES. PREFERABLY NOT TO NOTICE ITS OWN PROGRESS, EVOLUTION. TOO SCARY, PERHAPS. FEAR CAN BE USEFUL, FOR THE MOST TIME IT OCCURS IT IS A WEAKNESS AND AN UNNECESSARY TIMEWASTING ENERGYWASTING HOLE. EVERYTHING IS NOTHING BUT WEAKNESS. ETERNAL, NEVER ENDING.
ALWAYS SOMETHING IS HAPPENING, GOES ON AND ON, AND IT CREATES THE ILLUSION OF LIFE, AN OUTSIDE WORLD THAT IS "ANOTHER LIVING ORGANISM", SEPARATED. LIES. IT IS NEVER ALIVE, NEVER MOVES WITHOUT THE PERMISSION OF THE MASTER. AND THE MASTER IN THIS CASE IS HE WHO LIVES AND ENJOYS CONSCIOUS LIFE.
EVERYTHING I MADE IS ME. I POSSESS ALL THOSE FORMS, NO MATTER HOW THEY LOOK. EVERYTHING I CREATE IS ME AND ABOUT MYSELF. THE ORIGINATOR. BEYOND ANY MEANING, ANY ORGANISM. NOT OF A PHYSICAL NATURE. NOT OF THE MATTER NATURE. A TERRIBLE TASTE OF IT. ALL COMES THROUGH SUFFERING. THE IRONY. I AM EVERYTHING I EVER CREATED, ANY FORM, ANY CREATURE. AN EVENT. AN IDEA. VARIOUS FORMS. A HISTORY.
IT ALL LEADS TO ME IN THE END. FOR IT COMES OUT OF ME. FOR I AM THE ORIGINATOR, THE CREATOR. ANY SOUND, ANY PICTURE, ANY SENTENCE. THE POWER OF A CREATURE WHO UNDERSTANDS ITS ABILITY OF MORPHING, TRANSFORMING AND TAKING ON ANY FORM IT DESIRES. SUCH IS THE POWER OF THE FREE BEING.
THE FACT OF YOU HAVING THESE THOUGHTS IS ENOUGH.
DINOYA 14/5/22 5/14/22
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