
[lay.in.rest - broken.souls]
Well this is my deviantART page and I welcome you to it.
I'm not always the most active user, but if you take the time to leave me a comment or a message I'll certainly reply as soon as I see it.
So I'm tired at this point.
My buzz is gone.
It's almost 4am.
I still want to get drunk.
And go to a show.
Obviously that's not a possibility.
Least at this point.
I like the word Dayglow, it just has the most beautiful feeling to it.
Even though it's never connected with positivity around me.
I'm very happy with things right now.
I met a girl.
Insightfull and intellegent.
Artistic and inspiring.
Really there's a lot I could type.
Point is she's really wonderful and I'm really quite estatic with how things are.
I've decided to get my G2 quite soon.
I don't want to go back to school.
I desire more and more to just go traveling, I want to so bad.
It's hard breaking through what we are used to.
Especially without disppointing some people.
I don't want to disappoint my family.
Fuck you can't sit on the fence for everything, or anything, or whatever. Fences are stupid they should all be taken down.
Once I have money I'm getting new piercings.
Beauty is in everything.
I can't stop looking at trash.
Everywhere I go there it is.
Direct result of the disgust that is society.
I want to pick it all up.
But there's too much.
I want to Love it.
Use it all, but I can't.
Why do people always look to when life will be better? Life will never be better it's always just what you make of it. How can people not see that?
I feel in the same place spiritually, unable to move forward and unable to move back, stuck veiwing both sides. Sides ruled by accepted perceptions of laws and rules, and a side of absolutes of chaos and Love without anything governing it. Of course that's just a perception of the side. I can't reach the purity, and I can't reach the dirt. ugh.
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it's always tihs and that and back and forthing and words and words and words and more words. Everything is just words no feeling nothing more just words. I'm tired of words. Where are actions? Where are emotions? where is respect? truth? where's anything else other than words?
everytime I go out on a walk or a trip then return home to a state of what I'm trying to escape it gets harder and harder to stay comfortable in the environment. It's not that I want to escape my home I Love it; don't get my wrong. Just my home is part of an accepted norm that governs the rules and laws I'm trying to break free of.
I want to take away my sight for a while. Learn to percieve things differently without visual stimulation. Then I'd Love to take away my hearing. And my sense of touch, even my sense of smell or taste. I'm not saying I want to live without my senses but percieve the very things I understand without the means I've created to percieve them.
I know something is cold by touch, can you know something is cold by smelling it? Normally we'd think not, but that's only cause we only know because we've excepted touch as the means to percieve the temperature of something. Maybe if we can break through the governing forces of our senses we can then break through the governing forces elsewhere.
I hope one day to fly. Fly without percieving gravity, not to be in the clouds, or with the birds or feel superior or anything. Just to not percieve gravity and be free from that force, having the ability to fly is more of a metaphor because we can't percieve what it'd be like with out gravity controlling how we interact with the universe.
I don't know anything for sure, but I know everything for sure.
Everything is positive and negative.
Front and Back.
Back and Front.
Left and Right.
Right and Up.
Left and Down.
Down and Left.
Up and Down.
Left and Right.
Up and down.
Up and down and left and right and left and right and down and up and down and down and up and down and left and up and down andleft and right and right and lewf tia fddsjklhgt; dwnewkeekft dnadup and dleft and up and down and right and down leftrightrightright right rightrightrighterihygfdleft and downwodwndownnownd nodwndnodwndnownd dnwodn wodn
what do you think about anything?
what can you think about anything?
can yoyu think?
can you not think?
is it hard not to think?
I don't mean celar your mind.
you think to get there
just not anything?
no because you exist and you need to be active to exist.
least in our minds
because you thought that it would be that way
maybe this spoon can be put on my finger and adorn it; it can come in silver and gold and be pretty or even something not pretty it can be whatever you want it to me. I have two spoons here, one has two butterflies on it, and the other roman numerals. I wear them both on my foot one on my opposite to right side.
there is a ring here that I used to consume some fake cheesecake. I put it in my ear, it was visually stimulated. Made my stomach feel good. I like the taste.
sense is hard to break away from, I know I spoke every bit of truth. But I also know many people will not think so.
I don't need a cure. No body does. We have a physical means of doing things in a physical realm with physical laws. We have the same in every other realm as well, all governed. Can I spiritually use physical laws? I don't know how to try. Can I use one realms forces within another? try try try try tr ytr yrt ryr try try rt ry rtr yr tr yrt ryrt ry rtr yrtr try rt ryrtr yrtrtryrtryrtryrtyryrtryrtryrtryrtryrtryrtryrtryrtyrtryr tryrtryrtryr try rtry I see a wall small cracks all over parts on top parts on bottom in the middle little space little space little space all between each black line created with straight logic of straight light of math of nothing.
I think rebelling against the forces of one realm will only allow you to be handicapped within another realm. I mean if I spiritually live in a physical realm using physical laws but only spiritually without any physical it would be exactly like that. vegatable.nothing happens because I cant type anything when my s[piritual side is trying to run a physical being
I'd Love for someone to examine my words as more than words, because they aren't words.
not nonsense no sense senset sensit sensity sansity sanity
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The same
straight
no roundness
square by square
even hours
on time
are linear
Love
word
sense
logic
no
Love
blank space
blankspace
blacnk space
yes
Can you induce anything physical just by willing it so?
Logically many cases support so
Many many.
It isn't logical.
Will isn't logic.
Much much more.
I think I'm done for a while.
I don't feel tired.
Physical realm is tired of me.
I can feel that.
I hope things continue well.
I have good feelings on things to come.
While I can and cannot see them all at the same time.
extemes
extremes
they coexist
but push back and forth
Please question what you do not understand.
Please stick around.
Thank-you
Thank-you
Thank-you
back and forth
how do you thank something that doesn't exist? it has nothing you can describe what is anything
Anyways, for a second I'm going to try to type a few things.
I no it doesn't work.
I must remove myself.
So it's done.
The end.
That's my story for tonight.
Because if there is no removal the story continues.
I will continue it another time.
WonderfulnessofamzingLovingbeautysterligndfallatonce.
♥
Protest-Love
Peace
Enjoy your stay.

♥
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Devious Comments
Incoherent word vomit to most, but I could identify a few concepts within your scrambled written thoughts.
If you ever feel like talking about this shit rather than writing it you know that you can call me.
(P.S. I feel that same about you. And some. <3 )
Very interesting.
--
LittleMissVictoria;;
Careful now, don't let me catch you on film....
Many concepts are extremely obscured and unless your familiar with the kind of philosophy I tend to explore it's really hard to understand.
I'm glad your inspired but what I say.
And thank-you very much.
Live in the moment, take everything step-by-step; find your balance.
--
.on.the.wings.of.one.thousand.white.butterflies.
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