PSYCHO

Have you accepted the prophecy of your past?

Are you at peace with the war inside?

Have you breathed the poisonous air and lived to tell?

Is this lament for the joy you feel as sublime as your funeral?

I have never seized to hope for my total failure. I have neglected the omens and the prophecies of my future - forseeing a tormented past - only to meet up with them again in my parallel inexistence. What lies beneath is stepped and stomped upon. What lies above chokes on the warm rising farts of all. What is left is what lies ahead, behind, to the left and to the right....to each and every increment of a 360 degree angle...ahhhh the choices...

The choices are there not to be chosen. The chosen shall no longer be a choice but rather an anhilator of those not chosen and the insanity of sane thought shall perpetuate into crevasses of rational malpractices of "chosen" wellbeing. The more complexity added to this equation, the simpler it becomes. The calculated randomness of unequal but yet identical parameters identifies the simplicity of the prementioned complexity. I have figured out this perfectly illegible process of immobility and dementia. I have mastered this process. I am the master puppeteer....handling each and every puppet with unparalleled skill...with love and tenderness making my puppeteer so proud of me as i react to each pull of the string with the utmost grace and I dance like the bear of the gypsy man. Like the dog in front of the grammophone- listening to his masters voice.

What is the prophecy of your past? Who in the future will forsee how you shall have lived in the past? Is there an oracle for us all or is this another war to be -- with the Freuds and the Jungs and the Nietzhes and the Hesses of the future? Is this futuristic archeology a thing to look forward to or, is "what is" irrelevant to "what was" and to "what will be"? What is the prophecy of your past? Have you lived up to the prophecy? Were you graced with the presence of your messiah? Did you shoot him -crucifixion is so barbaric-? Man have you stood tall only to realise you are nothing more than a fucking midget? Have you bowed before the trash of your time? - that cancerous "chosen" wellbeing you so fiercely seeked? What is your presence and what evolved it?  Are you happy with the present past of your future?
Don't smirk. I make perfect sense...what is the prophecy of your past?

Are you at peace with the war inside? Are you at war with the peace out there? Who has installed this non bootable operating system inside you? Has it crashed yet? Is you me? Me is you...and the butterfly lies dead. There is no exotic malfunction here. This ain't no "technological breakdown" nor is it "the road to hell".  Here is the now but simoultaneously is the past and at the same time the future. You will always be "here" no matter where you are. You can never be there. Your present consist of a 100% "heres". Your past and future can be a tour of "theres". Do you get it brother? I get it...then you is me...and me is you...and alone we shall proceed in groups of individuals, in companies of loners.

Have you breathed the poisonous air and lived to tell? No you haven't brother. You tell, to think you live. There is no need to tell if you really live. Is it a matter of poison or air? It could be an antimatter of elixir and solid. But none of this makes sense to the senseless mind of an absentee. I loathe this healing process cause none is sick. What's to heal? The healthy sickness of a galloping cripple? Are you sure you wanna fuck with that? Can you mantain speed and aproach the unatainable only to realise you are going too fast for it? Brother, this is a discrace for human thought. Wasting your time, making no sense. Breathe freely, you shall die...one day.

Is this lament for the joy you feel as sublime as your funeral? My funeral, the greatest spectacle of all time. Wild dogs, hyennas and vultures all paying respect to a decent member of society who will be dearly missed by all those their lives have been touched by his wonderfull aura as a living corpse. Enjoy the feast my friends...i have plenty to offer....unless i decide to go on a diet...Then you will be pretty much fucked. Respect.

Dear god, thank you for this oportunity to kneel before you in humility and offer you my regards. It's been nice knowing you ...but now i am sure...we'll go our separate ways...You never beleived in me but i beleived in you- for a while at least.  From where i stand, you owe me some beleif dude...See you in Hell.