The only reason I exist, is it to think and feel?
What if the essence of me, that which I am only now to see exist, what if it was to see the futility of thought and speech?
If that alone was not cause for my physical demise, would I still not live a life of death?
But to only experience myself die a thousand fold, is that not worth life?
To be without life nor death, contentment of sorrow, lovingly wicked, depressingly inspired... what is to be God is to be acknowledged.
That is to be you me, and anything else I desire, no longer shall we suffer together.
I will create and destroy you, mold you through yourselves, until my own madness should end. We are one.
I will squeeze the bloody life out of you until I understand my own. I will drop bombs on every aspect of myself until nothing exist. Until I no longer need to think and feel, time will cease to exist.
Then you will know me, address me as you would yourselves, for I am everything until you understand we are nothing.
2006-11-17
05:26:13
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I ran out of space, I suppose it was meant to be.
2006-11-17
05:26:39 ·
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