Dinner Time!

 We search for you everywhere but yet fear to find you. Hung there a man who is forever alive, forever now suspended in the stars at night. He made his own constellation. Perhaps it is in the East?

 Where good men are feminine versions of food, Long Pig. 

As for me,

 Only when I have, like a self proclaimed demi-god, lazily beat away my demons, can I Philospohize this, though my true antiquity is He. 

 

 Here, in this place where the only liberation I experience besides long bouts of self-inflicted daily physical punishment in exercise can I be certain. 

 Either the power struggle no longer matters or while in exhaustion, I may yeild to this?

 The impetus: the more I don't care the stronger care becomes. Causing a pejorative doubling up of the former. 

  I begin to see a glimpse, ironically through the cosmic red shift sphere of homicidal intellect? Yes, and it is such a thing.

 We act as if we want to move beyond him. However we (all) study him with each minute, in through our sleep. He captivates our imaginations in books, movies and then warnings?!

 We move forward as we emulate him. 

 How deep is your psycho-drive?

 "I had to steal a lazy day for this lazy eye to know." A backing away. 

 Thus thinking and thus reason is only a product like Foucault on capitalism's lavish overburdened obesity. 

 Truth of 'the matter' in "this matter" is that philosophy that has not made it to the limbic system and alchemically supernova'd into a new intrinsic hormone concoction, and thus established its receptors, has no place in the reality. A reality which hides from chaos.

 Now the Uber man, the overman and might I say wolfman begins his survival with an esoteric truth. 

 His eyes ablaze with any distinct principle-based color of the moment, his moment. No learned emotion is thus pantried away. 

 The philosophy of "kill or be killed", and "eat while you can!" came long before 'might  makes right', and 'the end justifies the means'. The latter are just pageantry.

 For a culted group of Neanderthals to take apart a woolly mammoth before the large predators come into play. The combined Psycho Drive to survive another day as one mind. The fang, the claw, the half-beast intellectual man. 

 This historical intrinsic concoction bent the will of man forever. Forever a reminiscing addict of his own rage the pulsa denura rings on! There in the silence of he, ME.

 There is no such antiquity as the existential barbarian. In the psycho-drive heat of battle he is "Survive!".

 That is the only place where true philosophy can ever truly live; else it's only feeding off the scraps of a larger beasts prey. 

 Thus we live in an imaginary place where immature halflings proclaim themselves as Lords!

 Religion and passive philosophy breeds the armchair warrior. KAAa! Exclaim it with a throaty diaphragmatical Thrust! It is a philosophy, a way, a word, a math! Where hormones transmutate into different interwoven forms. New receptors immerge. The matrix of the red eyed beast! The truth which rings a siren which cancells out all other speculative and comfort based truth.  One can think-smell-feel ...and soon to actually see the sights with his very mind! The rest was too much for lesser gods to bare observe. For in the moment, man became his own god. Older gods used morality and self-reflection to cause the alchemical-inhibitor you call shame! 

 Soon apothecary then doctors drugged him. He has already BECOME!

 Perhaps they poke fun into the abyss of a new type of konch shell, they know nothing of?!

 Truth be told he had advanced beyold this [world] and needs no one! For he had indeed become!

 More to thel point he had become complexities never dreamed of before!

And for many years now, his rage hid into a place that has smoldered into even more! 

 He is that phantom in the night! That consiousness that fears none. It has surely become more. I give you Nietzsche's Overman! You may see him as Devil, but you are looking into the reflection pooled of your own blood. For even as I write this piece the, Democratic Police are only stationed feet away, watching, observing and afraid!

 Little men, in little cars, tying to find a place (for rage). But these are little dogs. 

 A different type of everything emerges from the pulsing heat of battle. In the last moment no one holds back!

 This man shall always miss for it had become himself. 

 One thing I am sure about, something was hiding, watching and afraid of what he had become. For it had felt the sting, the ring! If you could look into the eyes of his watcher and assailant the ethereal power of the overman-beast's thoughts, emotions and outward aggressions would feed upon this weakened depraved offshoot (modern man)!

 Patience is something womb-man needs not he. This man has instant genius that is unparalleled, genius and any other emotion that the constant hostile moment calls into play.Beyond predator and prey. Each emotion rapidly transmutted into sense; only useful in the moment of Survive the Now!

 

 The specimen of all specimen's. The fear of him rattles on throughout lifetimes, the terrifier, He Will Come for YOU Again!

...and you already know this! 

 He knows his symbol, archaic and it is written everywhere, for he ruled for long!

 He has his number and it is unsettling. 

 He has his philosophy in well orchestrated grunts, his force doesn't need nor wish to share. If you hear certain ones, that seals your fate! Though trust me one gruntbhas deeper meaning than any and all 50 cent words you share from you suppository archive oh feeble soul!

 The produces what he needs as tools with precision on the fly. 

 He makes up his martial art from the animals that he survived that could quickly destroy any mortal. 

 Still, to this day, now gaurding the halls of Thoth, alone he remains egoless. Always, and forever Aware!

 We, modern man wish to borrow on him, but it is impossible, for a hundred thousand died that One should know. 

 Astral, physical, alternative and many other types of Scientists are to this day only studying him, looking for themselves in him as Impact Force! 

 He can s the one who traveled through worm holes in his relentless alliance to the truth that haunts us, he has eclipsed us as if traveling through time, in fact beating demons, time, world's and reality in his realness, his rawness as to advance the universe. He is The Charge! E.M. imprint that siesmicly overtook in progress and in pain off the selfless one. His drive? It is the thing of waterboarding, gaslighting, Stockholm tortured frustration to go on! He has endured unspeakable mountains, monsters from every depth, betrayals, freefalls, injuries, and comic becoming. He alone is recognized, as said long ago he eclipsed mankind. Never will exist one such as he again.

 He is the forfather of all intrinsic motivation. You can feel the presence of his soul in your heart, diaphram, amygdala, pineal and eyes when you black out and achieve something great. He is undeniable greatness. He would murder you as food.

Stellar Mass 13

The 13th son