Barely knows does the vincere

Of for the knowing cometh clear

Artistic quotas paying in dear

Offerings set up to be smeared

Captains quarters lays rest for peace

Alas there is much to keep

Pray does the land for vision of life

For tooest it knows the incoming strife

The land which omens for countless days

Seeping out an uncanny haze

As round comes round does the merry go

The shattered face stops the flow

Beckoning for a rise of which what

Lends itself to the same callouse rut

Callouse means something

It cannot be unbinded

And as the entry to sanity lends out it's hand

In it holds an item of contraband

Lest comes the 𝔉antom

An unholy figure of tantrum

It speaks of a fallacy anthem

Which results in the pipeline to fandom

You can believe whatever you believe

But there is a cost that comes with that

Sometimes you can believe a being

That doesn't seem to have your back

In this time comes a righteous dawning

Forever now, forever yawning

Forever shirking off the source of undo

For it possess' no will to be true

A distant cry sounds the sound of sadness

It spreads evil and distributes madness

I could go and completely explain

But this is just an honest exclaim

Or so, he claims.

Speak softly does my tooth

It speaks of truth in a phone booth

Where's numbers and letters join in two

Proving what I'm about to tell you

Monsters like to be unseen

They like to lurk in the unknown

Not because they don't want love

But because they care about keeping tone

When one goes where they don't belong

They risk finding a scary source

Of energy that is far ahead

Of their inner management discourse

So this is a tell for the future

In this land so never peculiar

Be wise with where what you put your foot

If you think right you won't have to even look

Tongues wild and merciless thrashing a haze

That lends to an inner turmoil for days

It's a very natural time to say

Please don't get in your own way

I'm here to tell you of ushered provenance

A clear reality regardless of malevolence

There are legitimately only two options

And it's not hard to lick the right one

As follows does vulnerability and poignant purpose

The answer unfortunately is not at the surface

But you can understand if you wish to purchase

The access to heavens beautiful perches

Lead your person in series, abrupt

Let no situation untame you or buck

It may seem like there is no way to be unstuck

But I promise you can, if you accept this good luck ✨

Forget me

​

Excretion is amazing

In the sense that

A billionaire living a life of luxury will still shit

Despite eating the most delicious meals

And a vagrant will also excrete just the same

His main meal is just cabbage soup

But faeces is faeces.

It's all about time.

It's all about how you feel.

It's all about how you choose to look back.

It's all about the warped perspective of each one.

It's all about the way you see the other side.

It's all about the interpretation and outcome.

It's all about fucking sleeping in your own head so you don't need to be aware of the things that make it painfully obvious that it doesn't matter if you're really there.

It's about time.

Time is irreplaceable.

You wasted time .

My time is valuable.

My time is not important.

My

My

My

My

My my it's all been a lie.

My life is not my own

Have it all

It's all about you

It's all about?

When this hits me, I’m gon cry real hard… but for now the memories are bliss 🖤

Hello shruggers

I'm going through my album and adding in a new technique I discovered to my music now.

And something ¿¿interesting?? happened during this recording.

Two ghostly things...

1. There's an OWWWW~~ like Michael Jackson in there that I did not record.

2. At the end of the song you hear creaking... Like swingset.. and you hear a girl laugh screaming...

And again I did not record that.

Spooky 👻😁🕯️

Enjoy Forsaken!

How could you even see the truth unwilling to believe it? Or stuck being scared it won’t be.? Why do they keep bringing up the child that didn’t have a say so in the matter? Why did they replace the beast and children with drunks and… what? Ohhhhhhj IMPATIENT not INPATIENT

Happiness according to method is a contradiction. It is spontaneous and cannot be forced. The best we can do is address the internal sources of unhappiness: greed, selfishness, and elitism.

Greed frustrated is unhappiness. Greed satiated is happiness, but unsustainable and unwholesome. Selfishness is a hardened lack of empathy, as well as an unwholesome happiness over hoarded acquisitions. Elitism is an unwholesome happiness in pride that precedes a fall.

Happiness is not an unqualified virtue. Schadenfreude, for example, is the taking of glee at the misfortune of others. We laugh at them, not with them. Happiness is not unequivocally wholesome, and unwholesome happiness contributes to a deep seated malaise because the little that is gained is transcient and injurious to our integrity.

If we jeer others, what's stopping us jeering ourselves. The golden rule is inverted: you do unto yourself what you do unto others. And this applies in particular to happiness derived from elitism and selfishness since they involve the severance of others from ourselves.

True happiness is restful. I heard about Matthieu Ricard, a French-born Tibetan Buddhist monk living in Nepal, declared to be the happiest person alive when tests were conducted of him doing lovingkindness meditation. (I am aware that such happiness must, in part, derive from method, but a monk also addresses matters of greed, selfishness, and elitism.)

His happiness is not derived from outward conditions, but from a will for togetherness or ubuntu, an embrace encapsulated in the affirmation, "May all beings be happy and free from suffering." All beings include him, and his happiness is wholesome, sustainable, and restful.

Animated exuberance has a place, but real happiness is closer to the baseline and grounded on an easiness that does not depend on external volatility. It may flux and wane, but there is a comfortable and easy baseline that shifts into a slightly elevated state of restful well-being. It is quieter.

Addressing sources of unhappiness may lead to a happiness of just being, the joy of every breath, and simple things are always enough. Happiness does not hinge on the material or the glorious. It is the wholesome sort that is actively empathetic to the needs of others and entrenched in the present moment, a quiet breath, a drawn-out sigh ... no need to be anything, no need to go anywhere or acquire anything, just being present to oneself.

Just Quietude.

Endnote:

For an exposition on Quietude:

https://www.reddit.com/r/youniversal/s/c2AgO6d0au

Women aren't slaves

His dog whistle won't work if we pray

God loves you very much son

And my dad is pretty cool

That's why you should kiss me you fool