The price for intelligence is insanity. Astral projection to the realm of formless species with psychedelics in my left hand and a theasurus in the right. Would you believe me if I told you I saw life and death having sex while Karma watched?...Probably not.
As I explore the unknown in search of food for thought poison spews out of my mouth from the forbidden fruit I ate, trying to procreate my third eye.
Back to reality, reality is, there is no reality, all of it is subjective like amateur literature from I...A foolish hypocrite citing metaphors to conscious beings and intellectual feinds while the illiterate soley perceives my rhyme scheme. How arrogant am I?....
Would you believe me if I told you I can smell color or taste sound? This canvas I'm painting with a broken brush is a moving picture...A plot to manipulate the mind.
Surely I'm a form of tragic irony the Gods seek humor in while i search for means to ascend to the next dimension..stuck in 3D screaming everything is meaningless...trying to find the meaning to everything..
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The silence of the void invites me as I scatter the remaining pieces of my sanity. Have I not seen it before?.....Fables of a forgotten time.
Identification: Scum with a Scarface, a scorned outcast. To be more specific....Sacrilegious Scum seeking to subside the bitter truth of irrelevance disguised as significance.
I stole the fire in my heart from the garden of Eden...Disguised as myself I appeared two-faced to individuals vibrating at a lower frequency...standing at the crossroads, there it was...The Naked truth
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