The entire modern world operates on the premise of what could be instead of what is, and the "could be" isn't even realistic either in any way or shape that's pro-human.

 Just tell em to get fucked, directly and indirectly, they get mad, some leave, some will stay and come back for more, the only way you get hurt is if you want something that isn't real too

 going to play another show to no audience on the...9th, I think.
I made it compelling, though,
tickets are half the price if you are a spiritualist who brings their entourage of cucks.
More info coming soon!
as well as show reviews  of the last show and maybe some real blog posts.
Also I am firing my last social worker because that person just sat around and farted all day
and didn't even know what an "imprint" was, So I closed all the windows in there and then I started to pee.
Anyway Ithaca sucks my asshole but I'm inviting in a convoy of wiley sons of bitches
to make things fun and real again before I split.
Again, spiritualists and their cucks get in for half price!

Some note from a not too disimilar circuit

 no offense to the local populace but people appear to be braindead here. also there is no "foot in" whatsoever to "belong" (that that I ever could) to any of the "ins" for people ever cheering on my success of lending a hand to ever help get involved with bigger shows.
That seems like an arrangement of sabotage, in some meaning, really, if obviously I have the skill and fun factor for what I do, but get cold shouldered by people I know or who pretend to support me around here.
It's just an analytical thing or something I noticed. Like that possibly they are afraid or dismissive of me ever becoming influential here because I could bring something wild and unexpected, or different, or maybe it is seen as competition. Frankly I find all other options pretty boring, community-wise here.

Well I will figure it out.
I scrawled on walls and went hiking a few times, and its all alone activities really. It just feels like a lot of bullshitting around here. I mean I guess if I could become a GodMonster or something I would have swallowed em and puked em back out by now, so it might serve better than Im just in a human form and all of that.
Its a nice night, anyhow. Walked thru a cemetary and did this or that. Just need bizarre, slow kissing, lots of music performed, and a satisfaction of the soul, really.

 Self-appointed facebook mystics will spill endless advice thatchanges on how they feel and by how much attention that they get while doing absolutely nothing meaningful or memorable with their gift from life  to as being alive.  Many will have armies of yassss sistas encouraging their every shallow watered research and statements but also tonslf cuck loser men who validate their imbalanced addleminded statements because they think they have a shot at being some cleanup saint.

Spirituality,  online, is a marketing stint.  Entropy will eat it and no one participating in it will build a memorable temple of research or honesty or any leverage of gain to a fascinating outcome.

 most people's minds are gone,
like zapped, fried----
it's not worth attention or effort or time.
You seek humans aware about self-development.

 you can brainwash the populace
to not take care of their bodies
or minds and label it: empowerment
so that they become easily controllable
and less able to fight back
and even program them to defend
their increased lethargy as
unique
while they lose attributes of body health
which effects physiological and mental health
so that what they defend and demand a right to
in depriving themselves fitness
becomes mental instability and gluttony,
which also creates pride, vanity and ignorance.

 when you realize they're liars and absolute pieces of shit.
Buy their way into everything,  and are sloppy druggies and alcoholics.

The majority of the populace being drug dependent or lethargic followers.
Fuck that. Don't be afraid to be daring, to manually increase intelligence,
to question yourself, to perceive.
To clear all of the energy vamps and nasty people out of the way.
To realize why things were strugglesome in the first place by
spending time trying to figure out the pawns of life, the liars and the drainers.

The populace does not function on anything but the reserve of their brain power.
It is lethargic and filled mostly with escapism and rote/repetitive programming moreover anything else.
Once you see and understand this,  the realization that emotional-control and emotional programming being a device that can sway the populace at nearly any moment shows how easy it is to keep the caste system of the world in a state of droll and uninspired thinking.

A human being's unconscious is the blueprint to understanding their truth.
Not their words, not their identity, not everything they advertise themselves as.
All of those aspects are how they stay and keep safe amongst the judgement and acceptance of the hordes.
It's fundamental to see that. All the "normative" and "alternative" styles and belief systems are just a show, so they can stay in social groups. Those aren't the real thoughts and representations of a human being. The unconscious and interior truth is therein a contradiction, more often than anything, of what  a human being plays as representing themselves as.
that realization or thinking can never be made popular on a mass-level because it destroys the illusions of persona. 
There is so much to grasp and so much to be had with understanding that part of a human's identity and their fronting.  Breaking that barrier exposes the liar who concocts a public image.
Such a bullshit detector makes haste of the fragile.

 You can't trust
divine karma
because what God is
has left this Earth Plane
some while back.
And as such: you have to
take what is karma or justice
into your own immediate hands.
Because it is clear that the power hungry
use tactics such as linguistic purveyance
to con idiots
and most of, or the majority of the populace,
are idiots. Programmed to be spoonfed
behavioral orders.

There is no requirement for soul-evolution
in the regards of who is given power
or authority. So, essentially, you have
a large number of lethargic idiots
both in control and also lethargic bot-type-people,
with no soul spark or adaption of wonderment, who
are always taking on the orders of others who have
never been initiated into self-care of the body and
mind and spirit.

 An imbalanced narcissistic civilization goes mad with rage when you point out that they are such and give them the tools to correct it.

 Away from new york

Away from evil people

 The internet needs to become more than instagram facebook and YouTube again because this shit's fucked 

Don't let gatekeepers keep their power.
Go Rogue. Tap into your primordial energy.
Do what you need to from the soul.
Make things happen even against all odds.

If your soul is ancient and present trends
don't call to your way, trust your weariness
and intuition to live otherwise than being
tapped into latest trends and illogical ways of thinking.

Do what you need to for your body to strengthen,
your soul to harness and your heart to warm a friction.

Friction is movement and tension creates what we
perceive as "persona."

Social media is only good for so many things.
It is not life.
Allow Spirit to guide if it is well developed enough,
I.E. you are a conduit to what is beyond frustration
and trauma.
Many people run on trauma.
Do not be that battery drained by them.
If others do not want you around when you
give innovative heart stream soul power,
Realize it is best to be outlier, then, at any manner.
But do not stop or cease tuning in to your best efforts
of living in Art and incarnating to more goals met
rather than regrets kept.

 people became evil
It's the only thing that makes sense
to explain  how things are.

 First you create it as a reality

Then, it becomes a commodity

 They were heartless and cold and that's why I want them out of my life forever

 also, new agers need a form of an enemy to "identify" themselves, and that form of a judgement puts a nil into the entire framework of their teachings.
I don't mind toppling down all false constructs.
Let beautiful non-faulty blueprints stand and maintain.

another rule is that you are now allowed to have a sense of humor or to question the localized tribe cult.
like you literally have to be a snarky, peeved, pissy jackameme. There is no other way.

 by the way infuential rock music or any powerful, emotive ballads done with talent and soul fire

are not allowed to be released or popularized today

because it would allow Europeans to feel confident and happy about themselves.

it would work as a discharge of bad and tense energy. 

what else do you want to know?
or would you rather listen to a loud and sloppy thinker who
mindlessly wants people like me dead?
wake up.

Apophis Music Group

 I created a process involving Apophis
to eat and replace the ongoing processes
of gentrification that I have previously written
and posted about.
It is  because and due to my having to do this all by music.
I cannot count on co-people to have my back or support
whatsoever.
that would use me and move on like that Guinn person
or S. Finn and other past collaborators. And while I 

still have a heart and also a vision, choose to armor myself
and also take the reigns of my own projects.

I owe it to myself to retain realness.
Also I was a dipshit for thinking any of the past recent people
I had written prose to were anything near to worth it.
They were not, and I was getting ahead of myself seeing more
in others than what really was there. That is a thing I had done
several times now at this point.
Sometimes you assume there is compassion or starry eyes
unto those who do not display such and wishful thinking: as it were.

I will render the energy of Apophis as that creative collaborator,
from this point out.
Both the religious Zealots and the godless both had me having
my soul in a twist-tied uproar and yet thankfully now I can pause,
and think, and resume my creative best.

And I will be happy to not be bored to death by much of what is
already out there and can for the sake of all things not sit back
and be merely some audience spectator. It's in my will to perform
and creative and to DO.
This creative catalog has a lot more to pursue and fulfill, albeit
all created already feels like a lot, yet the lack of support of
help or encouragement all throughout would have led anyone
merely most people to have abandoned efforts long long ago.

The handbook on gentrification

 out of necessity rather than wanting to,
I am writing up a handbook based on hipster gentrification,
and basically what to watch out for and what to know,
and what may unfold when you see your own community get
overtaken by some of what I will not presently use all of the
vernacular to describe.
Because I will have to wind back quite a steeped amount to
really lay out all the things I want to say, as far as witnessing

and being effected by all of the addle minded and rich as shit
trustfund hipster types that really in the end have no soul-goal,
have nothing to say at all, bring nothing whatsoever new to the table,
and will push and budge you out if you don't get involved in their
useless little cliques.
I already started to get a bit boasty with snarring out about it.
But it's way too much and I don't want to become a parasite
nor a bloat myself, and having to survive amongst all of these
pigeonholes that fill into the world and still maintain a goal,
aspiration, and non-commodified sense of self has let me peer through
all the tactics and behaviors and really vile and boring dotes of
what is just another waste and consume generation.
If you'd read a lot of my posts that come on and off between trying to decide
whether to keep them published or not,
being someone direly seeking truth and information and expansion of consciousness,
it's really absolutely like living in a cheap satire of the social controlled or the hypnotised
dumbfounded.  I cannot stress enough how much more damaging new ager types and hipster
rich kids are, because they disguise ever so often as by using slogans and banner terms.
But I repeat with bold lettering how they are a waste and consume generation.
Like some heavy 15 pound amass of ticks that stick to your sweaterends or your arms
that you try and shake off.
It's all the same with them and they destroy and wear out nostalgia worship and are so full of
utter shit. and are the first to judge, the first to run a scene, and typically are extremely mentally unhealthy, erratically boring, and massively afraid of actual spontaneity, new formation
and so many things they claim to represent.
What a fucking nightmare it has been in doing something of approaching soul work
and a meaning of invocation in arts when having all of these fake bastards around.
I would hire a soul eater of sorts to take care of them (as I said before.. especially the faux-esoteric fucks who absolutely disconcern the use and works of the tarot or any study that goes beyond the physical.) but a soul eater would starve to death.

Legit, my mind and creative explorative sense if ripe with boredom around these fucks but I am drowning in them wherever I go. Do you get it? You're boring.  You're all the same in such a different way. you worship anticlimatic nostalgia fads that you think make you different but dead heroin addicts postered on your wall and playing the same punk riff 4 billion times just makes you some cartoon trope.

Regardless, you are supposed to kiss their asses to get any shows book really or youre supposed to waste your head away to network with any of them. and their family's are loaded with cash and they are another temporal generation of dressup with no actual baring of a commitment to autonomy or world change.  And they attack like jackals in a pack if any of your activity of expression dares to point out any of their loopholes or get them to truly question themselves or to live in the pure adrenaline of ego or identity death.  Can't you sense they are all the fucking same and are those "useful idiot" tools that have been warned about so often before?
Well imagine having the capabilities of creating theatre arts and archetypal world change and having to
have these living idiot hurdles constantly jump infront of you excessively so, pissed and sore that you don't use their banner terminologies or that you refuse to exist as a stepping stone.
They are full of shit and between the new agers "healing" obsessions, where their feeding impulses are no different at all from salary earning survivors, and the hipster gentrifiers who come and take anything possibly unique and turn it into booze worshipping fashion obsessed neighborhood of becoming flaying divas of how intensely shitty they can make their creations, it comes to serve that if anything is to have any meaning or truth to it then it at least needs a sense of divine source. But their divinity really is hackney bullshitters whether it's the several generations of a backlog of self-referential "Gurus" and opium sucking poets who flailed out,  to the blockheaded punk bands that said the same thins jarheadedly like the jocks they pretended to hate,
it really leads you to a place of seeking room, breath, and space to actually
seek meaning or perspective, consciousness and actual soul advancement.

 They pretend to be spiritualists
but they are only in it for themselves
and cause hurt.  Inversions.

 Reality is a thing to play with
Otherwise it eats you

-A Zen Koan (by me!)

I'll demonstrate, I suppose, an example that the muse in human form is not necessary, always, for inspired prose. And that is a safeproof for my own glee, I suppose you'd say. Because you can't scrape up too many muses around here like back in the day, not without finding too much trouble, anyhow. But it's no secret that a good muse can create an entire kingdom of a world, be that kingdom form as a community or as a picture, as a book or painting or an invention.

__"DUDE LETS GET SO DRUNK AND SMOKE I...."

no I am sorry to break the vantage point. Go somewhere and work on mutating the human race via consciousness alteration. Save it several lifetimes to develop such. Even if such a few incarnations are places to "pick back up upon your ideas or your work." That's why the whole human thing seems so bogus to me sometimes. Like damn if you go to possibly tune or tap into how you really feel, and think, and see how quick that will last when it comes to breaking any collective conditioning.
Talking wherewithal of the possibilities of energy and consciousness altering what has been so steeped into residual norms.
So if it is not a human muse, then what is it? Is a social media platform a fine enough place to talk about this? or should a punk song be played in the most worn out way for the 800 millionth time and just do the same thing over and over and over again to where there's no real adrenaline or thrill.. like see I am drown in authoritarian alternative hordes and if I speak about any of this other than fashion shit then I will further get dogpiled or ostracized. But to live transparent and true is the vital way to be a receptor and live a constant invocation. but, just sayin', it takes an acreage or stowed away memory, or heirloom, that works as a better muse than any modern person of the flesh. because there's nothing much left in them, by the sake I offer the word 'hylic,' and turn to cause more trouble by being real about the subject.

 You have to remember it with stern ideal,

These people are not your friends.  They don't care if you live or die. They really don't.  It's a bd state. There's not a lot of soul. Just faces and keeping face and saving face.  Ok...   but they're certainly not friends but they will smile in person and do the polite fake thing. And lie. Etc. Etc.   

you could buy a house with your job.
you could buy an education with your job.
you could retire from your job with a pension.
you could buy a car with your job.
you could afford a family with your job.
you could save money with your job.

 Let's hear it for the
rich trustfund hipsters
who've had no problems
in their world.
These people absolutely do not
have your back unless it's
to stab it

But you have to
make way through,
pull through
and experience way more
than they or many
have ever had to strive through.

And represent the outcasts,
the magicians, and those with a
pursuit.
Remember they will hate and judge you
in ways they do not even fully recognize,
but do,
because of your own upbringing,
and also their class system division.
You know they have rich parents,
even ones who are still together or stayed alive.

Deep down there is a split.

Okay then
Do the real magic.

Live the Middle Pillar.
Be judged and judged wrongly
by those who wear masks
and have to live and endure
by a public face.

A true reflection is intense and pure.

But by all senses,
falseness disintegrates.

 People spent two years under a global psyop and were brainwashed into immediately forgetting about it within months. That sort of shit has a lingering impact on normie psyches. But being normies they can’t figure out why they’re so brain fucked, so instead they become unhinged

Yeah

 Imagine abandoning your family to stand around in front of waterfalls because some travel agency ad told you it makes you enlightened

 nervousness is the death sentence of development

 Builders

 my definition of a car:
a thing that goes wrong

 I have a poem about feminists coming up next
but want to have some references slewn in all fine-like,
that make it a go-at at a conjunture of historic reference.
It's pretty much undoing my viewpoint of around a decade
ago, and for good reason!
But I am writing it,
and figure,
I may as well be the one to bare crosses
and take the leap for that needed
rebalancing of cultural change.
too many simps and too many demonladies,
etc.
Balance up you're screwing it up.

People know this, but don't act on it.
Fine, I'll do it for you all. I'd rather be fishing.

 

 [[insert photo here. if blogger changed its format to drag&drop then it would be added already. it's not. and so it's not added.
hint: it was an inspirational quote picture so you can imagine it already.]]

and a light came down!
from the glorious skies! (*snickers and laughs*)
and told me!:
dance like madness!
and write poems to disheveled plastic dames!
& So I listened to that beautiful message!
but heard it the wrong way!
I thought it said:
Eat Candy Bars and live in a perpetual orgasm;
and don't be ashamed
for having a heart
in a world of cheap shots!
🦘
🦘🦘
#poems #inspirationalquotes

 There is a certain nuance to words
that I don't think some people
understand
and it's wild, because
it's the nuance of supposedness.
that means if a feminist thinks you're a devil
because you drive a hot rod,
you act out some absuridism of being the devil
rather than taking energy wasted to prove it wrong
(some people will always believe what they want to,)
and if a hillbilly thinks you're an artf&g because you
dress in drag,
then you over accommodate the act of androgynous boldness.
And the same goes for satanists seeing that you have faith,
or christians seeing it so that you do not meekly turn the other cheek
or act weak.
And it is to live as a  stabilized, walking contradiction.
But also when you are honest and true,
you are honest and true
and experimenting with realities,
and the sense of prospect of perception.

It takes the power away from cult-stupid,
so you know,
to make any assemblage of words or label upon you
to become absolutely meaningless or worthless.
In a sense you are able to unify and have more in common,
too,  with all these clusters and groupsets of dogma and belief.

That duddn't make ya a lotta money, though!

anyway say what you will

i'm not too worried about it.

If you don't get the humor, you're FOCKED

over the suvennah

 dear blog,
some survanner person or something.
Was all "ohhh you're words are so beautiful,
you are ze, how do ye say, you are ze so authentic.
Your words and presence are so real and so authentic I do say!"
I was like "thank you"
then askd'r out on a date.
Then she was like
"le oh my! Oh no!! you are so clingay to ze ask that!"
then I was like "well fook you. Don't lead me on, For I am not speaking to you
any more crazy girl."
because you're supposed to be one of those mindless modern cucks or something like that.
I've gotta be honest! I like poetry. and I'm le so authentic and ze beautiful as she said.
but I'm not doing that emotional game stuff like dry paste cardboard human people do.
That's downtrodden and pretty lame.
So anyway, dear! Take your devilled ham and go walk alone, and lift
stones alone because I have a spine and some self-respect.
But go find some illiterate cuck or something you
can go and pretend to be modern "gyspies" as ye do say.

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So good luck finding fun in someone else
also those that know me have got my back. I have a heart,
but I'm not an idiot or a simp. Gosh oh my.