The freak who made this page is a freak, a cooked baker whose abstraction goes spirialing into golden mean black holes. Awaken and arouse the muse in you-this is the simple objective of the aural and visual presentations. Inspire and encourage the deep creativity in the well of your soul. My physical being is passing away. My soul is just beginning to pick up speed to enable take off and soaring. Fixing eyes on the Source. Acutually, I'm just sitting here. In the physical realm, back killing me, sweating from all this computer equipment around me. We must pursue what this physical realm merely reflects. We may be talking about the mind, soul, spirit; the intangible. But it is even more real than this physical reality that is just a reflection.

Who knows even what the hell is being said here. It's all just a jumble of thought crap. How do you express the life spark of all creation. Then, how do you explain that a galaxy and a whirlpool are the same goddamn shape.

Don't get caught up in the confusion of the workings of your own frail emotions that flow haphazardly with the random rhythms of nature. Got to get a little order around here! Gotta get a little order.

The babbling apparantly never ends, wearisome beyond belief. What IS life? Why is life? Who gives a crap, or, let's attempt to find out at all costs because we are pioneering the human spirit? Stupid damn generalized, trite questions here. Getting tired of what I'm saying as I say it...little letters on a page...meaningless....however, uh, however nothing, there's just nothing going on at the moment, dry as an arid bone. Yet, I know it will come, that true spark of what we idiodically call inspiration, so limiting our expression through language, even motion images and sound, even physical reality is not enough.

How to get out of this complete bullshit that just keeps spewing and spewing and spewing. Well, just packing it in is one option....so tired...why?...why the battle that rages higher without end?...points to ponder when you're in a little better mood, freak.

Well? Nothing really new. Serious funk here. Where is the Divine Fire? How to get refreshment? Rest dude, rest. Rest your weary piece of crap self. Hey, see, that's a bad attitude. Just believe man. The Light WILL be revealed.

Ah, yes. How are you? ARE...indeed. I am now looking up beyond beyond. IMAGINATION. This is where eternity is. Imagination is eternity. You see, ALL is now, here. We don't have to travel infinite distances to the end of the universe, or any distance at all to SEE all. That's right. For life is not exprience. Life is seeing. What do you envision? That is your life right now. Let us show the eternity and the full range of creation therein to our fullest extent...until, of course, the expression becomes....BECOMES...

good god dude.

whatevah...

ALTER EGO

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The freak who made this page is a goddamn freak, a goddamn cooked baker whose abstraction goes spirialing into golden mean black holes. Awaken and (guess what) arouse the fucking muse in you-this is the fucking simple objective of the fucking aural and (guess what) visual presentations. Inspire and (guess what) encourage the fucking deep creativity in the fucking well of your piece of shit soul. My physical being is passing away. My soul is just beginning to pick up speed to enable take off and (guess what) soaring. Fixing eyes on the fucking Source. Acutually, I'm fucking just sitting here. In the fucking physical realm, back killing me, sweating from all this computer equipment around me. We must pursue what this physical realm merely reflects. We may be talking about the fucking mind, soul, spirit; the fucking intangible. But it is even more real than this physical reality that is just a goddamn reflection.

Who knows even what the fucking hell is being said here. It's all just a goddamn jumble of thought crap. How do you (yes YOU) express the fucking life spark of all creation. Then, how do you (yes YOU) explain that a goddamn galaxy and (guess what) a goddamn whirlpool are the fucking same goddamn shape.

Don't get caught up in the fucking confusion of the fucking workings of your piece of shit own frail emotions that flow haphazardly with the fucking random rhythms of nature. Got to get a goddamn little order around here! (Son of a bitch !) Gotta get a goddamn little order.

The babbling apparantly never ends, wearisome beyond belief. What IS life? (Who the fuck cares ?) Why is life? (Who the fuck cares ?) Who gives a goddamn crap, or, let's attempt to find out at all costs because we are pioneering the fucking human spirit? (Who the fuck cares ?) Stupid damn generalized, trite questions here. Getting tired of what I'm fucking saying as I say it...little letters on a goddamn page...meaningless....however, uh, however nothing, there's just nothing going on at the fucking moment, dry as a fucking arid bone. Yet, I know it will come, that true spark of what we idiodically call inspiration, so limiting our expression through language, even motion images and (guess what) sound, even physical reality is not fucking enough.

How to get out of this complete bullshit that just keeps spewing and (guess what) spewing and (guess what) spewing. Well, just packing it in is one option....so tired...why? (Who the fuck cares ?)...why the fucking battle that rages higher without end? (Who the fuck cares ?)...points to ponder when you're in a goddamn little better mood, freak.

Well? (Who the fuck cares ?) Nothing really new. Serious funk here. Where is the fucking Divine Fire? (Who the fuck cares ?) How to get refreshment? (Who the fuck cares ?) Rest dude, rest. Rest your piece of shit weary piece of crap self. Hey, see, that's a goddamn bad attitude. Just believe man. The Light WILL be revealed.

Ah, yes. How are you? (Who the fuck cares ?) ARE...indeed. I am now (here it comes) looking up beyond beyond. IMAGINATION. This is where eternity is. Imagination is eternity. You see, ALL is now, here. We don't fucking have to travel infinite distances to the fucking end of the fucking universe, or any distance at all to SEE all. That's right. For life is not fucking exprience. Life is seeing. What do you (yes YOU) envision? (Who the fuck cares ?) That is your piece of shit life right now. Let us show the fucking eternity and (guess what) the fucking full range of creation therein to our fullest extent...until, of course, the fucking expression becomes....BECOMES...

good god dude.

whatevah...