Parrhesia - To Speak Everything

  • Want to keep track of this thread?
    Accounts can bookmark posts, watch threads for updates, and jump back to where you stopped reading.
    Create account

i watched some star wars memes the other day
Sith are fukin weak
Jedi are weak too
also why did anakin simply didn't float into higher ground if they can move so many shit why not just fly are they stupid or something

the appreciation of brutality
accompanies the painful compassion of remembrance

shutting yourself from it
doesn't equal
being strong
if you can take it
then dispense it

they are both silly gooses

believe they are so wise and don't realize they are just as cruel
think they so strong and they don't even live

the nobility of the rat
and the roach
and the snake and the bat

Nihilistic vore

masochistic
bleedout
bleedin

You've grown too cold oldbro
200.gif

 
WolfeTone said:
@Boyd McVoid
https://youtube.com/watch?v=WusdaI9xrwQ, list: PLp6x_ReARy9CfZ8PcwZCXE4nBiR5Cq4UHskip ahead to 6:14
Click to expand...
maybe i felt what that dude was sayin
the other day
he told me hey lil pussy
u such a fagboi go wash some cars
i said okay
but i took a rejuvenating sleep
and woke up with the rambling on spirit
the shadow feels
That video reminds me of a psychology book:

"unconscious fantasies underly every mental process and accompany all mental activity...
... are the mental representation of those somatic events in the body that comprise the instincts,
and are physical sensations interpreted as relationships with objects that cause those sensations
Fantasy is the mental expression of both libidinal and aggressive impulses and can also be defense mechanisms against those impulses... ... an attempt to convert unconscious fantasies into conscious thought...
...fantasies interact reciprocally with experience to form the developing intellectual and emotional characteristics of the individual... ...fantasies are considered to be a basic capacity underlying and shaping thought, dreams, symptoms and patterns of defense"

-Battling the life and death forces of sadomasochism.


 
Let me forget myself in the midst of information that I might not awaken to find myself in the dry desert that is my soul.

The goal of the soul to be free without tolls to roll with foals with no worry for the droll. No coal to burn, no smoke to earn, no loan to spurn, no koan to yearn.

The fear of the beer that steers my windows so that they aren't clear, fogging up my mirrors, losing sight of what is dear to me, crashing in to a million deers, the seer foretold, my peers mourned and sold all my belongings after I was imprisoned in the Castle de la Rice for the crime of changing gears.

Changed for the worse, will be reimbursed, in a lifetime forgotten, twice told, once spoken, the air waves at me to get my attention, I stop breathing, seething at its audacity to try to get my attention.

Gone with the Sindhi Mountain ranges not Himalayan or Absconded in the curcumic Dreams of my Stagnation for the Re-creation of the Apple of one's heart.
 
@Maskull is the orthogonally configured paradoxical balance point of the lofty cerebral exultation in this thread. For every 10-paragraph scroll of deep thunks, Maskull will be there within a quarter second, just as the shadow is cast on the ground, to say "shutup" and "you're dumb". This is necessary, without something stirred you truly light no fire. So let all creatures take their place in the beautiful balance of life. Let it be as it is, and love it in it's place. There is no limit to how much you can love this precious life you're given. It starts at appreciation.
 
Guangdong Canton the cannot on of lawn sprawn, the maw of the spawn the fauna who are ex-cons.
 
Fist bested my spinal disk to risk my next bisque restaurant six

Qouth the Gaben
"Three halfs of vigor
To right the trigger
No longer a snigger
No argument or rigor"

The ringers blinkers that drinkers like with fingers populate singers and winkers to stink of rancor
 
We think it's sophisticated of us to make up artificial concepts like math and time, so we can subdivide 1 into 2 and so-on and so-forth. But your future and past selves are as much of an "other" to who and what you are than any other "other". It's funny how we always seem to be able to boil things down to fundamental laws, the focal points around which so much rotate, in a similar fashion and form mind-you. Math may not be real, but the Fibonacci sequence definitely is. And throughout the various spiritual cultures in the world, it's funny how much similarity there is, and how, over time, pantheons cede their power to a high God, time-and-time-again. These subdivisions we draw in the sand, are always apart, and so-much alike, and as the wind and tides roll on, the lines will be blurred back into whence they came.
 
Last edited:
BlakeCompass(979x1306).jpg
To sin means to miss the mark
And the wages of sin are death
That isn't an aggressive statement
It's simply stating a fact
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom