
Empirical Mysticism
Too many times I indulge myself into the realness of reality without realizing that we are not real by definition.
Empirical Mysticism - my life, my words, my emotions, my opinions....me
The greatest mistake a writer can make is thinking that the reader will understand what he is trying to say
I am pleonastic by choice - I paint pictures with words, and my pictures require detail. I offer my canvas, my muse - my journal. "I pierce the page with a pen until it bleeds my intentions..." I am bleeding the page, I am solidifying my soul and transforming synaptic bursts into transient thought.
Walk with me is not a catch phrase - it is my motto, my "Donner un coup de pouce au destin".
I am no longer afraid because I have traveled the length and breadth of the quintessence of life; as seen through my narrowly acute yet obtuse viewpoint. Strangely, the oddest oddity to date would be that mentally the inverse of the reverse holds true in the opaque, elusive, minimal meanings of a life absconded through irrational and often misinterpreted behavioral patterns. What matters most is that there was a life to live...
Just stopping by and looking around.
And I’m daydreaming my superlatives, and this is half of my potential. I spoke ideas into being years ago, and I’m still feeling the aftershocks. It’s preposterous to think that I’m anything but right, but it’s ok, I fit all stereotypes. It could be that I’m obnoxious enough to think that my words carry worth, but to equate you to me is three steps past absurd. My taxi doesn’t run a meter, standard measurements only, I run a quick mile…
Everybody wants to be a flower, so I raise a garden of weeds. That’s the shape of things to come, there’s a battle to be fought and all the warriors are dumb. Blindly hacking and slashing their way to idiot supremacy. Rashly ruling retards rapidly removing rationality. Chopping off rights so they’re all that’s left – stance is prohibited, cognition limited. Where is the revolution? The Idiots are coming! The idiots are coming! One if by land, two if by sea – you remain blind so the lights cannot warn me. Knees dug deep in the pavement and it’s hard. Nobody cheers the sky; they’re too busy cheering the stars…