Some like it sunny side up
Love can only be satisfied by more love but the craving for it will destroy everything there is to love.
The art of love has become the new religion with sex as its centerpiece its altar for sacrifice and lust as its clergy. The orifice has taken God’s place and heaven is a place in the head, a prolonged orgasm or mind fuck.
I am looking backwards thinking time passes by our creation; thinking that that time is always the same because it doesn’t exist. Once I stop existing I am also going to stay the same.
Life is constantly unfolding in a post war era never in a pre-war because we internalized the war and are waging it against nature. From the moment I took my first breath nature was against me the very nature that created me was out to get the life it gave to get it back.
There are many ways to paint a tree if that’s what it is and that’s life. Life is what it is labeled by us. Somebody’s hell is another ones heaven. There is no message, no quest, not one truth unless that’s the message which we carry like a batch of disputable honor.
Wonders happen all the time like every breath is a wonder an electrifying gravity defying synchronized performance of disparate body parts working in unison for one fucking breath and then another one and another. So perfect that I have stopped thinking about it fallen asleep during it.
All I need to complete this task of living is my breath and the billions of others who join me in breathing in togetherness conscious or subconscious sharing inhaling each other.
There is only one side that is sunny side up the other is easy over
There is only one world I can live in
Even while I dream about another
And there is only one world I can make a better world
Even while I dream about another
There’s is only one way to stop my superfluous fantasies
Even while I keep on dreaming
There is only one place I can see for what it is
Even while I pretend it isn’t so
xoxox
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