Sunday 24 June 2012

One Hand Clap

What are you willing to do to get free of the nightmare you call "your life"?

If the answer is anything besides "Anything" - then stay the fuck away from this blog. The octopussy already has you and there's nothing I can say that will make the least bit of difference.

If you want to haggle with the Gods to keep the bits of your worthless illusion of a loser-life then the Gods have already got you by the balls and your heart and mind will follow.

Why? Because if you want to keep ANYTHING of the shit-heap you call your self then you are basically saying that you want to keep EVERYTHING. Why? Because you can't separate the brain from the limbs, and the octopus of your ego has reached its slimy tentacles into every last molecule of you and slimed everything you ever touched.

There's only one thing that works and that's to BURN IT ALL.

If you think positive thinking and asanas are going to purify your Merkaba and get you a place on the Mother Ship then - welcome to your 19,000th Bardo Realm, sucker.

You can click "comment" but all that will show up is the hot stale breath of your spiritual putrefaction, the gaseous emissions of a rotting corpse.

That's not what this space is for. This space is for anyone who is ready to SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT.

If no one snaps then I guess I am alone in a world of Zombies. Whatever. I'll get to hear to the sound of one hand clapping around my throbbing cock.

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