was born from it, born from light. what light, not sure. it was bliding, so follow it, leads me to control, leads me to bliss that bliss is life life covered in veil, black smog, burning my lungs and eyes, tearing at the skin dont worry, ill grow wings, grow wings. wings that float higher, so follow it, follow it, follow. man who did this, who did this man, this hatred, hatred against what? hatred against life, against existence? against humankind, against animals? yes, and against existence. what is pain as to what is pain? dont know what that means. think a bit harder. we are nothing but doves man, nothing but a dove, why cant we float then, we will, just give it a wait. whats bliss without pain, whats pain without bliss? youre mumbling on, doesnt make any sense. think harder. okay, wait. does that record still warlbe, does that record still crack? im not sure then make it sure. think about it... whats at the end? is it heaven. yes it is. doesnt sound like heaven, man aw. how come, bro. once that light slips away, the one that guides you, you go to either heaven or hell. so what is it? well its nothing good. heaven is infinite happiness, lack of pain, lack of suffering, lack of the opposite of happiness? yes. so why is that bad, i want to be happy? we arent us without pain. the contrast in our joy is what makes us living, otherwise, is that really us? same goes for hell. if there is infinite pain and suffering without pain, that strips us of ourself we wont know. dont know? know. someone here tonight wont feel it. id rather there be nothing, lack of everything. why is that. the numbness will bring relief - chorus, - chorus, - chorus, - chorus, - chorus - what chorus? the chorus of... of what? of you? what a joy, what a joy, what a joy. give it ten minutes, ten minutes is all i need to think. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 1, wheres the 0, just said it. this symbol is facing me, letters underneath as of now,cant say what, but its giving me courage, dont know what it is, its what it is. spending days in this tub, hooked up to the liquid that fuels us, two types of liquid, so what are you saying... a, what? pdosagh thats a jumble, jmbl is qck m8, bt i dont want 2 b quik, lets take thi s slow a nd s teady, bro! N. rectangular light, blasing constant light into my retina, pupils next, i am the pupil of my imagination, a believer. this device is what allows me to live, it brings waves into my holes and stimulation to my brain, its light is here. constantly, multi purpose. its raining a bit, my face in the. s j l k. whats the purpose of this, why are you writing on, you seem crazy. all you type is random pseudo philosohpical crap. who said that i was trying to be philosophical? i let it roll in and come out here. its fully automated, continuous, automata. the second these neurons fire i click, constant typing. when are yout aking a break? once my consciousness tells me so. when will it tell you so? once i run blank and dry, once ic an only mumble out nothing more than an abstract mess. so what is this anyway, your internal monologue? not really. is it an experiment? maybe? i dont know myself, i open up this site and type on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on enough! cut it out. thats enough for now, ill return later, enough of this, enough of the clicking and enough of the reading. signing out? signing out. 30. 26. A