good for you don't hesitate just go ahead and do it i
know you're afraid to but i promise its for the best to
unplug yourself from time to time its not like you're
attached to an iron lung such a weird concept that we
don't have to think about anymore when your lungs
break down and you can only live by virtue of a ma
sheen machine machine machine is what Dez once
sang back when he was in black flag turning off your
brain is almost like turning on a faucet if you do it
right but its hard to and its even harder to say what
is right but we aren't here to judge right or the rites
of men who cast their judgments upon us only their
God can do so but they often ignore his word and
replace it with their own twisted sense of faith and
morality you get used to that backwards mindset its
everywhere it breeds quickly and masks itself in
clothes indistinguishable from our own walking
down the street looking for a stranger to meet it
could be me coming to you it could be you coming
to me come with me is what i would say but i would
never know where to take you it wouldn't be planned
it would be a spur of the moment active impulse to
subvert the paradigm of the known and unknown
quantities we know as ourselves our shelves tend to
hold the thoughts of others as writ upon pages and
pages of length tomes pages evolved up from the
lowly papyrus the ancient egyptians once used to
record their history and mythology though they
would consider it an insult for us to think of their
faith as pure myth but really how did they think
to embalm their dead thats beyond our understand
ing it may not be up to us to know or say no to the
stranger offering you a slice of heaven for the price
of a few dollars you say no but you say it in a halting
hesitating tone because you always wanted to feel
that sense of ecstasy that you've always heard people
sing and write about but never known for yourself
is it like the first time you fucked and came so hard
you felt like the heavens were collapsing in your
loins and nothing could stop you from going to hell
but how little it mattered and who were they to tell
you that it was wrong it was an abomination against
god and that it would be better to spill your seed in
the belly of a whore than on the ground you would
have taken the whore any day but that never seemed
to come and made you wonder just what whore they
were talking about no one knows or cares its just a
matter of saying one thing and doing another a vow
of fidelity and eternal devotion is only as good as the
heart who wields it but we all fall short of our ideals
but there is no sense in beating ourselves over it
just some primates looking for a good time to drink
some wine and pass the time passing the time is all
we do is all we can do with this large grey neural
mass pumping us full of thoughts neuroses and
ambitions using the body as tool to carry it aloft
and support its agenda what a cruel master it is
slaves to our minds slaves to systems that we never
made nor gave our consent to they always wield
the power but we must never forget that they is WE.
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