Sacrifice of the higher mind, another time repeat, a swirl of the abyss of mediocrity...this is death-

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


When I sit at the piano I make the sounds I will to make, the sounds are partly from inside, as well as the without. As with the ink, the paint, the guitar. The only  things I seem to struggle with, that does not ease with your linear time, be the angles, the driving of a car, a truck, the rules, confounded and not rules of any true order, the law.
 The law was made thus for the lawless. The law made to even things out, to create the "playing field". The world in which you live, truly, and how religion, from view of one sphere, at least, be very affectionate to the Lovecraft Necronomicon, a book of the dead, a dying? You are a lizard, part of a long preexisting grid, a in, the crotch, the loins, of a person, not being theirs at all, the force of perpetuated heat, over long periods of linear time space, to constrain you, to box you in? The mind of the body, the nervous system, as in the reanimator/re-animated having it's own vital pulse, a place within a grid, a repeating matrix or solution, a prism of the same.
 The boredom which sets in, when rule is known, to the one? What then be said of those who acquisition, and actually enjoy it, as my need to molest, to commit adultery seems to run low, and lower still, as I never have need to refill it's anti-principle, as a means, not as you do, in your christian society, your witchcraft based religion, which state

"Only one man was God, not all men, so too, we will not bow, nor worship the greater presence. Though we know you are God, and have reached this epic of Man into God, we shall not add to it, nor recognize it, however, do you not do this with every Sunday worship, that is, sacrifice me?"