Thoughts and Opinions

 i want to get sick and throw up i dont give a fuck anymore u wanna know the real me u gotta 

 using the space to write to fill in the voice of concern i have to create in the daytime or else it becomes too depressing to not be able to play with ghosts or demons or feel the felt presence of the holy unholy the invisible spectre's gruesomely cold hands laying dangling on the pillars of rock pulp fiction embraced as a comitted man to the passions of his lover, love is for it all all we do is for love nothing else tnothing lese at alll even if  we cant do the job well we can always move on to another job wel done there will always be a brighter day there will always be a fixerr star more fixed, more close to prfection much less closer to creation all the time seeking resolution in the unresoluable proof u dont gotta be perfect d proves all around abundance is inconceivable the amount of love i have to give is inconceiveable the amount of work yet to be done star systems yet made contact with distant planets unknowingly ignorant  of the human touch pools of consciousn...

 i have no idea what the fuck im doing, and thats ok really golden glidin through life, with no remorse and barely no plan sensory awareness, and nothing else no vision, no dream, no love, no guide a fantasy of playthings known as life i call and cast upon the waters of this weary spirit channeling dead ghost in a freetime day dream time has no conception outside this realm] the most uselessly beautiful bound of all convictiions no time for a gazettets loose gaze all we got is all we have, nothing more no more room for breaathing for spirit for breathe and dream no, what you see is what you get nothing else no improvisation involved in the trecherous [awws of the maw maw tree no respect for women either just some chump busted an nut, and here u go new ife and forced slaavery lets have more baberys butchering the unintentionall vageries nothing can stop a genius at work ingeniii from within my soul explores a rough kitchen;s worse phase no time for mistakes, let everything flow i go...