KurtAurelius
Bluelighter
(Warning, Rambles of a Madman, I’ve submitted my first ever work to publishers, I’m fed up and drained, I cannot relax and everthing bores me. If they publish Dihydrocodeine is on me)
I open my hand out to the vultures begging for a piece of the pie.
My ideals don’t withstand as everyone is now hooked by their phones.
The Silicon Valley experiment has succeeded in ensuring that the last organised efforts of resistance have been lost to a generation that have been trained from birth by screens.
I was one just the same and the effects are permanent, I have to remind myself of my purposes and keep on track rigorously.
Noise is everywhere unless you isolate.
I am merely an undercover agent, triple agent to the unknown.
I fly in between what is and what isn’t truly at the side of mere absurdity.
My honest values amount to a maths calculation and a worry, with some sincerity.
It is through selling myself like a whore, I can fund the efforts I believe I need.
Laying in waste, bags torn open, rotting sludge bristling.
There is no set conclusion, the poles of black and white are merely the left and the right air.
Organising this riff raff is a nightmare, it can and should be done better regardless.
I will subscribe to that, and I guess I have to delve into the noise field.
How can politics be objective when the information field is poisoned?
Too many ways to lie, cheat, fabricate and steal.
Cynicism is not helpful in providing practical advice.
So, are we far better off staying away from devices?
But it is only through the device I was given awareness?
Some are true, then there are arguments.
My examples were learning about microplastics,sitting, and processed food.
When exhaustive lists of malpracticement through government and companies, for our safety and health?
My direction is now only left to pursue my own needs and refine my craft, to give something and try decently.
Beyond that is a farce, some narrative crafted to guilt me into stressing out my entire life.
Where are the holes going to end ?
How can they justify such a thing as a poor economy, illegal drugs, materialism, I-Pad Babies, and more?
The point is not the exhaustive list but the toot, just as the medical industry is lost to financial direction.
I ponder regarding an interview piece of the people I meet.
The way to be happier, I find, is to just try things and don’t be so quick to give in unless there are important reasons, but that term is loose.
Let's break it down to mean that it makes some kind of sense, and that it feels right too.
Not a perfect system but something nonetheless.
My course is continuing so may as well I guess.
It is beautiful to embody stillness, the ability to relax into source.
Feeling is a loose chase, make yourself able to take something on and you will be just as pleased.
Any mediation or medication is for the sole reason to reach these states of flow, for they consume total waking bliss.
Best to treat the body as best it can be, treats are again loose constituents but not for control, not to be weaker or without.
The right company, the willingness, the ability to be comfortable with needs, to focus on pursuits as desires.
The priorities come from nutrition, supplements are for purpose the same, and it is easier to be targeted and austere.
If the world goes cold I will cheer,
A drink of sweet tears,
For a long lost ideal.
A shared love and discussions,
Brings one the joy,
The heavy eyes,
That feels like being high.
What is so beautiful about what used to be?
What is now so dull and dark,
The past creations, view and vibes,
So much sweeter,
Enticing greatly.
You scrunch your head, trying to force what is next, is just a great technique to get a headache.
Much happier attempting than seeking, working with than hiding.
It pays to listen from time to time, the experience and sensations.
Bright Fluorescence, pouring through the window blind, a reminder someone is always watching.
The specs of infinity inhabit the collagen in the eye, bending and vibrating in the delirium of time.
Always so soon to rush off to the next prize, to take something anew and discard this.
You’d be left with a lot more, making this simpler.
A thing or two, a talent and strength.
Making this simple allows immense focus, prioritising needs allows the space for the most important wishes.
The reward is drastic compared to attempting elsewhere, forcing many when there can be a few.
Basic doesn’t constitute dumb, rather what you grab for a flight at night, a quick go bag.
There are no prizes, other than what can be enjoyed at being better at, better for, and better in.
Not beating anyone but how good you feel, sustainably and linearly.
An obsession with dunking pound cake, the sound of the words with the idea.
What is the best way to say something? The most unique way, or the way that makes a mind hungry, the imaginary spoken word still sounding.
This beats it, a record and a notebook, not a tv screen and an uncomfortable neck. .
Kurt Aurelius is now moving, sweeping through the lanes. He stands in lines for a sausage roll. In 2030 it will cost two pounds thirty
Just as you hate the sound of your voice as you sing, you hate what you write but only at first, then you realise you don;t mind, don’t care.
Instead what happens is you realise a sanctity, a way for you to channel the poison and wastage of the mind.
All the years of unsolicited information, and garbage consumerism.
You instead let it be free, into something that has meaning.
Nonsense and noise becomes a road sign.
I can find the power in having a lack of regret, for lauding my experiments and being more than pleased with my circumstances.
I have tried all that I could imagine so far, and tried and tested it at the front lines of battle.
All it has done is provide me relief and peace.
Each lesson, each proof has made death sweeter.
No regret in death as I have played with each and every button available to me, I have survived testing random plants.
No you can not in fact save the world, no matter how pretty your song is or how well written your treatise is.
You can only maybe suggest it to a feigned nod or agreement, before the next concern is dinner on the table.
Trying to stay still, shows you how much change there is.
So much information, paths to visualised salvation.
Nothing so grounded in the real word, rather than the illusions.
Is there a way to unite these animals?
What good would it be for?
The belief that creation is a must.
Or is this some bodily requirement.
It appears to be.
The restless need to be doing something to avoid the abyss of non value.
That bloody tribal amygdala.
The desire to be free versus realising that meaning ceases in one narrow view.
Experience has had me find that at 24 the entertainment does no longer infest me.
Playing a fake game for a fake reason takes a lot of energy.
It is only to create and to do. But this I can’t do all the time either.
I am not living through creating that’s for sure
I can stay focused on this, not just the distractions for slaves but at least an attempt at being an individual for thinking for myself, not being a follower of fear.
This is merely an opportunity to rest and hone your skills, even this so-called abyss is a mirage.
Your convinced you should be doing something for what end?
This isn’t your benefit but someone else’s. I couldn’t and should give a fuck.
I’m here just because I am, and I’m not wasting any time doing the chores of some arsehole that isn’t wiped.
I’m not a fan of this slop I’m being served, nor do I enjoy its side effects.
I am not productive for the sake of someone, I do what I wish for no reason at all other than to do it if I feel up to it.
No value to anything, or system.
I merely exist, I only have senses and the illusions of perceptions. I am not less than for choosing to avoid the senseless torture of normalcy.
It all seems a cure at first, and then it suddenly isn't.
No cure or reason for this, do you want it or not?
We are due another channel methylphenidate, getting high and walking round da town.
It would pay off to wait a minute, see how your depression lifts and you can become amicable to absurdity.
The best thing to do when you don’t know what to do is lay on your back and breathe.
Some spell must have been cast on me, I watch these people still accept the offering of manure on their plate. I’ve slowly starved to death and still yet cannot make myself eat the shit offered.
Not a sense or sound, no reason for it all when it’s put down to paper, some neatly drawn triangle.
Is a tradesman troglodyte reaching enlightenment from that?
A dictionary for you, to pick out your crisis and make sense of what cannot.
Each statement you have to stop yourself to consider what you are saying and realise you are still being biased.
That as objective as you can be, there is a hint of bias, through the senses and perception, the monk still has his confirmations.
I look forward to the ability to transform this reality.
Even though each item of matter continually shifts and moves, changes and adapts, it is in fact so was for perception to make it fixed.
Of course substances are never needed.. unless you count medically but this is a self prescription.
But we cheat in so many ways this day, and to call this out is to be ignorant to all the other things I already did today,
The cannabis can instead reignite the perspective of this room, bring fresh my fears and only is it the woe of a user to allow themselves to be brought down.
As fragile as popadoms these values are, they turn and crack at a very instance.
I open my hand out to the vultures begging for a piece of the pie.
My ideals don’t withstand as everyone is now hooked by their phones.
The Silicon Valley experiment has succeeded in ensuring that the last organised efforts of resistance have been lost to a generation that have been trained from birth by screens.
I was one just the same and the effects are permanent, I have to remind myself of my purposes and keep on track rigorously.
Noise is everywhere unless you isolate.
I am merely an undercover agent, triple agent to the unknown.
I fly in between what is and what isn’t truly at the side of mere absurdity.
My honest values amount to a maths calculation and a worry, with some sincerity.
It is through selling myself like a whore, I can fund the efforts I believe I need.
Laying in waste, bags torn open, rotting sludge bristling.
There is no set conclusion, the poles of black and white are merely the left and the right air.
Organising this riff raff is a nightmare, it can and should be done better regardless.
I will subscribe to that, and I guess I have to delve into the noise field.
How can politics be objective when the information field is poisoned?
Too many ways to lie, cheat, fabricate and steal.
Cynicism is not helpful in providing practical advice.
So, are we far better off staying away from devices?
But it is only through the device I was given awareness?
Some are true, then there are arguments.
My examples were learning about microplastics,sitting, and processed food.
When exhaustive lists of malpracticement through government and companies, for our safety and health?
My direction is now only left to pursue my own needs and refine my craft, to give something and try decently.
Beyond that is a farce, some narrative crafted to guilt me into stressing out my entire life.
Where are the holes going to end ?
How can they justify such a thing as a poor economy, illegal drugs, materialism, I-Pad Babies, and more?
The point is not the exhaustive list but the toot, just as the medical industry is lost to financial direction.
I ponder regarding an interview piece of the people I meet.
The way to be happier, I find, is to just try things and don’t be so quick to give in unless there are important reasons, but that term is loose.
Let's break it down to mean that it makes some kind of sense, and that it feels right too.
Not a perfect system but something nonetheless.
My course is continuing so may as well I guess.
It is beautiful to embody stillness, the ability to relax into source.
Feeling is a loose chase, make yourself able to take something on and you will be just as pleased.
Any mediation or medication is for the sole reason to reach these states of flow, for they consume total waking bliss.
Best to treat the body as best it can be, treats are again loose constituents but not for control, not to be weaker or without.
The right company, the willingness, the ability to be comfortable with needs, to focus on pursuits as desires.
The priorities come from nutrition, supplements are for purpose the same, and it is easier to be targeted and austere.
If the world goes cold I will cheer,
A drink of sweet tears,
For a long lost ideal.
A shared love and discussions,
Brings one the joy,
The heavy eyes,
That feels like being high.
What is so beautiful about what used to be?
What is now so dull and dark,
The past creations, view and vibes,
So much sweeter,
Enticing greatly.
You scrunch your head, trying to force what is next, is just a great technique to get a headache.
Much happier attempting than seeking, working with than hiding.
It pays to listen from time to time, the experience and sensations.
Bright Fluorescence, pouring through the window blind, a reminder someone is always watching.
The specs of infinity inhabit the collagen in the eye, bending and vibrating in the delirium of time.
Always so soon to rush off to the next prize, to take something anew and discard this.
You’d be left with a lot more, making this simpler.
A thing or two, a talent and strength.
Making this simple allows immense focus, prioritising needs allows the space for the most important wishes.
The reward is drastic compared to attempting elsewhere, forcing many when there can be a few.
Basic doesn’t constitute dumb, rather what you grab for a flight at night, a quick go bag.
There are no prizes, other than what can be enjoyed at being better at, better for, and better in.
Not beating anyone but how good you feel, sustainably and linearly.
An obsession with dunking pound cake, the sound of the words with the idea.
What is the best way to say something? The most unique way, or the way that makes a mind hungry, the imaginary spoken word still sounding.
This beats it, a record and a notebook, not a tv screen and an uncomfortable neck. .
Kurt Aurelius is now moving, sweeping through the lanes. He stands in lines for a sausage roll. In 2030 it will cost two pounds thirty
Just as you hate the sound of your voice as you sing, you hate what you write but only at first, then you realise you don;t mind, don’t care.
Instead what happens is you realise a sanctity, a way for you to channel the poison and wastage of the mind.
All the years of unsolicited information, and garbage consumerism.
You instead let it be free, into something that has meaning.
Nonsense and noise becomes a road sign.
I can find the power in having a lack of regret, for lauding my experiments and being more than pleased with my circumstances.
I have tried all that I could imagine so far, and tried and tested it at the front lines of battle.
All it has done is provide me relief and peace.
Each lesson, each proof has made death sweeter.
No regret in death as I have played with each and every button available to me, I have survived testing random plants.
No you can not in fact save the world, no matter how pretty your song is or how well written your treatise is.
You can only maybe suggest it to a feigned nod or agreement, before the next concern is dinner on the table.
Trying to stay still, shows you how much change there is.
So much information, paths to visualised salvation.
Nothing so grounded in the real word, rather than the illusions.
Is there a way to unite these animals?
What good would it be for?
The belief that creation is a must.
Or is this some bodily requirement.
It appears to be.
The restless need to be doing something to avoid the abyss of non value.
That bloody tribal amygdala.
The desire to be free versus realising that meaning ceases in one narrow view.
Experience has had me find that at 24 the entertainment does no longer infest me.
Playing a fake game for a fake reason takes a lot of energy.
It is only to create and to do. But this I can’t do all the time either.
I am not living through creating that’s for sure
I can stay focused on this, not just the distractions for slaves but at least an attempt at being an individual for thinking for myself, not being a follower of fear.
This is merely an opportunity to rest and hone your skills, even this so-called abyss is a mirage.
Your convinced you should be doing something for what end?
This isn’t your benefit but someone else’s. I couldn’t and should give a fuck.
I’m here just because I am, and I’m not wasting any time doing the chores of some arsehole that isn’t wiped.
I’m not a fan of this slop I’m being served, nor do I enjoy its side effects.
I am not productive for the sake of someone, I do what I wish for no reason at all other than to do it if I feel up to it.
No value to anything, or system.
I merely exist, I only have senses and the illusions of perceptions. I am not less than for choosing to avoid the senseless torture of normalcy.
It all seems a cure at first, and then it suddenly isn't.
No cure or reason for this, do you want it or not?
We are due another channel methylphenidate, getting high and walking round da town.
It would pay off to wait a minute, see how your depression lifts and you can become amicable to absurdity.
The best thing to do when you don’t know what to do is lay on your back and breathe.
Some spell must have been cast on me, I watch these people still accept the offering of manure on their plate. I’ve slowly starved to death and still yet cannot make myself eat the shit offered.
Not a sense or sound, no reason for it all when it’s put down to paper, some neatly drawn triangle.
Is a tradesman troglodyte reaching enlightenment from that?
A dictionary for you, to pick out your crisis and make sense of what cannot.
Each statement you have to stop yourself to consider what you are saying and realise you are still being biased.
That as objective as you can be, there is a hint of bias, through the senses and perception, the monk still has his confirmations.
I look forward to the ability to transform this reality.
Even though each item of matter continually shifts and moves, changes and adapts, it is in fact so was for perception to make it fixed.
Of course substances are never needed.. unless you count medically but this is a self prescription.
But we cheat in so many ways this day, and to call this out is to be ignorant to all the other things I already did today,
The cannabis can instead reignite the perspective of this room, bring fresh my fears and only is it the woe of a user to allow themselves to be brought down.
As fragile as popadoms these values are, they turn and crack at a very instance.
