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We Live In A Liminal Space That Is Without Time. A Triple Point Is An Example Of A Liminal Space. In Our Case, The Past, Present, & Future Simultaneously Coexist. Strange Things Happen In Liminal Spaces. Pay Careful Attention To This Video.

Male Homosexuality Often Results In:
1. Social alienation.
2. Venery

1. There Is No End To Maya (illusion).
2. There Is No End To Reality.

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Because It Gets Metabolized To Formic Acid.

BECAUSE THEY CAN.

A Man Can Love A Woman.
A Woman Can Love A Woman.
But The Strongest Love Is Between Two Men.

Single cell carbon based aerobic microorganism --> fish --> alligators --> terrestrial animals --> nuclear holocaust--> robot machine computer rule? Any thoughts.

States That The Actual Internet Died Around 2016 or 2017 AD (Anno Domini), And Now, The Lion's Share Of Its Content Is Generated By Means Of Artificial Intellgence (AI).

I Know That Is At Least *Somewhat* True, But To What Extent, I Have No Idea.

Is To Guide Spaceship Earth Through This Scattered Nuclear Fiasco.

Good morning. Open the draw. Rip open the tape. Flick flick. Powder fallin like the snow outside my window. Squirt in 40 units and mix up my fears n dreams. Watch the dust dissolve n disintegrate and let my thoughts drip into my personal remedy. Im swirlin around in the water n feel my worries fade hypnotized by the mini whirl pool i have stirred up in the bottle cap. Drop n suck. Flick and squirt one more time. Try to trace a useable trail on the map of my arm. Covered with a whole lot of X's. We got some railroad traxxx to cross today to get the final destination. stick n move stick n move til we hit the red river and bang there it go.

My thoughts today brings me to empty streets and lyin police, cold winter beatin the sidewalk black and blue with my feet that keep walkin , walkin , n walkin on those same squares . I got the hunger inside. For wat, who knows. To go somewhere that aint nobody gonna follow me I guess.

My eyes see it all. I am the shadow figure leaned back in the doorway of the porch in front of the shabby spray paint streaked house vinyl siding peels off the cement walls, cracks and crumbled walls guarded by a metal gate. I am the spirit you see flicking in and out of the alley way make no sound nobodys around. I move in darkness. Behind back yards. under fences and thru holes in the gate. My moment of clarity is hunched in a little indent in the wall where the house juts out making a shelter from the street. Sneak thru a razor thin strip of light and disappear behind the fence to wait in concrete corners for myself to get redeemed. Every night I do it more than Jesus Christ. go in cold hungry and tired and come back , maybe with tracks but on track. She is risen.

Streets dont know my name but every night their eyes see a small figure leaned over in a car, holdin somethin in its teeth and for a split second in the dark something glints off the pale peachy glow of the street light and reflects into the sky of the same color and bounces from particle to particle to fade off into empty space. Nobody who walks to their house, to the bodega, to their man or woman waiting down the street is watching. They mindin theirs. But the streets they know and I see comfort in them, the one thing constant. I can share my secrets and I kno they aint never gonna tell. I let them see me at the worst ways that I never want to see my self. Streets made me wat I am and I aint afraid to show them, now my devotion is to the streets cuz its wat I got left.

They seen us coming and going for years. When I die i want to be a building just like that. contain the lives and struggles of those within. Sit still with silent eyes and a tired wise mind always watching , just sit'n observing life go by me. I already got the practice I think it will be a good fit.

The meaning of the days is blurry to me, paper thin barriers between this one and the next. Mental wall paper plastered with old face 10's and 20's, scuffed up singles crumpled in a fist quickly passed between two travelers in the night. One will go home to make his bed with his bread. The other frowns knowing that tomorrow wont be so easy, quarters pinched from unsuspecting eyes , just enough to make a 5, the 5 adds up with ten and nine, 34 dollars to stay alive.

we born to die
so i get high just like im born to fly{to the moon}
im in the court with marijuana eyes{sorry judge}
we hit the clubs until the morning rise
{'cause of last nite}

'cause day n nite
we run the streets , hope i don't pay that price
{pray for me}
they got the nerve to tell me press my brakes
and if i do then how will rent get paid, paid
so now im thinking that
200 stacks whatwould it bring me back {thinking to flip}
especially now that recessions here
{it's hard out here}
my only answers to my questions is, is.....
ok now here's a thought(1 more thought)
streets is a marriage that you cant divorce
life is a bitch but i think i fell in love
so i treat the game jus like im sellin drugs, drugs....

Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)

Day and night
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind
I look for peace but see I don't attain
What I need for keeps this silly game we play, play
Now look at this
Madness to magnet keeps attracting me, me
I try to run but see I'm not that fast
I think I'm first but surely finish last, last

Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)

Hold the phone
The lonely stoner, mr. solo dough low
He's on the move can't seem to shake the shade
Within his dreams he see's the life he made, made
The pain is deep
A silent sleeper you won't hear a peep, peep
The girl he wants don't seem to want him too
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (yeah) (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his(yeah) mind at night (at, at, at night)

[Kid Cudi:]
Slow-mo
When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new
He seems alive though he is feeling blue
The sun is shining man he's super cool, cool
The lonely nights
They fade away he slips into his white Nikes
He smokes a clip and then he's on the way
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of.......?

Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)

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Going to jail in the US is a joke. They treat you cool if you aren't in for a sex violation.

One time in a Cancun night club I went to from our all inclusive on Spring Break with my gay cuz club monster I went into the bathroom to blow some yayo and as I am preparing a line the security guard shorter than me had silently climbed on the toilet in the stall next to me and was watching me...

Maybe I Have It. Maybe I Don't.

Eine buche.
It literally means, "The Song Of Our Lord."

ARJUNA aqui

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All Decent Men Detest Them, Unless Their Use Is Absolutely Necessary. And, Upon Entering The Battlefield, The Righteous Warrior Takes On The Somber Ambience Of A Funeral. A Man Who Lives By Violence Will Die By Violence. Karma Is A Beautiful Thing! World, Hold On: Someday You Will Have To Answer To The Children Of The Sky. I Am One Of Them.

Will Drive You Mad, If You Let It.
All The Best Ones Are.
Stick With The Blue Pill.

it was hot and the tears and hugs were too enormous. time to leave that bad scene and head southeast towards the waterfront. but by the time i had collected all the necessary means of good camping i was told by my companion that the word had changed. storms, huge gas filled clouds with flying friends and cattle prods would soon slap the island. trees would collapse, babies would cry, all the beer stolen by greedy sand monsters biding their time. no that tasted like bad company. a bad combination of intoxicated babble and full on nature conniptions. we'll be run down like dogs and strung up in the trees for decoration, all of our gear eaten by savage village people out for a good time.
best we stay here in the confines of our own amusement. leave those blood filled nights to the strong, burly types with baseballs for teeth. that couldnt be too much to ask for, could it? a sane night away from all the tortures one night in the bad tempered wilderness could create? either way im taking that ticket and theyll have to construct some heavy device with lots of lights and buttons to pry the thing out of my protesting hands if they plan on stopping me.
time for amusement. time for loud music and the manifestation of inside jokes. set the table and arrange those plastic red cups into a double-sided bowling arena where we can splash the alcohol with little white balls that we will be forced to consume. someone brings out a bowl of old bayed shrimp and i feast. beer after beer and im a weasel with thumbs, ready for the next round.
the case had turned into a box of rattling aluminum before my legs forgot how to successfully operate. it was a dream i was having out loud and the objects around me lunged in my general direction with every step i took. a green lobster filled ottoman flies out from underneath the sofa to redirect my path into the kitchen where familiar faces laugh enormously at the battering moths of the overhead light.
i said to my companion, "pink at night sailor's delight." he nods in agreement as we remembered the setting sun hours earlier. the clouds had been dusted with a flamingo type color, a sight which usually means the morning to follow would be something better than expected. too late for canoes by then.

My psychedelic use today was entirely rushed and highly irresponsible yet I wasn't actually killed by any almost arrested on one over a year ago now but the security guard felt pity for me I had my EBT foodstamp card pulled out in his office and pulled the inhaler out of my pant crotch right when he gave me the final warning he would call the cops if I did not hand it over because my shoplifting Benzedrex subpersonality emerged when I took too much ALD-52 went too far felt like I was about to go so far I would literally lose my sanity like gone down some rabbit hole mentally and lost in a maze or sumthin I cannot describe better now I mean not killed by any physically even with scary physical symptoms, mentally I was slaughtered multiple times in the past few years and I simply lacked the patience to pay attention to making sure I was dosing in the right set and setting and not deviating on a trip with bad intentions I shouldn't self administer them again I am thinking

Don't ask me I don't know but I know what I can do daily to treat myself because their doctors failed me.

I sure cannot heal myself entirely howeva so the most important treatment I will now seek secretly listening to their Eastern mind medicine men. And women I guess

Don't Let It Go To Your Head!