Smell

I can’t let any of this out 
All of this has to die with me

Typing writing
Being bozo
Kensington ave public sex
Std transferred through sickly semen
and cat piss

Saw a bum the other day

They had on a winters coat in 70 degree weather 

They had they little cart and bags of stuff

They was on the corner of milk and grand river right by the church that’s always getting worked on and never used

He reeked of piss
And yet he gave me the warmest hello I’d seen all day

Goes to show you that the things

You see

I know the things

People have no idea how to live a simple life

The things hurt

When they come, when they go

But those are toys
Compared to the things I’m talking about

There are only four things you need and three rules on how to get them

1.health
2.wealth
3.perfect self-expression
4. love

Rule 1: don’t steal (others peoples energy)

Stealing is important
But when you get into the metaphysics
The real stealers aren’t your petty thefts or bank robberies

The real stealers are the stealers of your energy

Rule 2: don’t kill (other peoples dreams)

People break rule 2 all of the time I don’t even want to expound upon it any further.
We henceforth declare anything that makes us uncomfortable in a human as unsafe, and gently beat the best a persons got into submission
And wonder why the true god of this Society is safety

Safety is our idol, comfort our muse, eternal hell and damnation our only destination

Rule 2 is about preserving your inner world, and reflecting back all of the beings in your path obstructing the truest view of who you are

Life
Hope
Dream
And Vision

Rule# 3
Do not destroy (other peoples spirits)

This one deals with the idea that things carry over deeper than this lifetime

No human being is fit to harm

We have been spiritually damaged

People have set out to destroy us
And I’m not talking physically

If it were only a mattter of matter, we’d be done in half an hour

But no, when we say destroy we mean generations of destruction

The breaking down of the spirit leads to the destruction of the man, slowly disintegrating into the wheels of karma, no law of guidance within,

Becoming a molecule in a gross cell

A prisoner
Not for life
But for generations
Lifetimes

Human beings have been tampered with

But we have never been destroyed

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