10-20-2024, 01:13 AM
Self/Awareness, there is space between self and awareness, they look "at each other", manufacturing many, many 'distorted' reflections and sophistries.
Self is a sense that transcends rational argument. An arbitrary absolute. I exist, therefore I am. Subject and Object. The I exists through fluctuations and alterations. A braindead me is still me. . . . And dead me . . .
I am the body and transcend the body, as I can sense and act beyond the immediate environment.
Conditioning is me. Error is me. Confusion is me. Lack Thereof is me.
The me is ad hoc ad libitum.
I live in Freedonia.
My Team is V. F. D.
I'm a Child-Hermit.
I live near the Good Tree of the Good Neighbors.
I have a radio and a television.
There are some books in my Room, and I have a Tent.
The Sky and Earth are the Workings of my Body-Mind-Environment.
I'm a Pop Cultural Priest. A healer, exorcist,
vampire-slayer with silver bullets.
A fornicator, roaster, toaster, thief, jive-tongue,
wrestler, backdoors bluesman, Cynic, Magus, Shaman, Bard
and avadhoot.
My number is 8 and my Genius'
is 13.
She has two Wings, each a 7.
Some call me Billy Malone, and I most
often call her Bia.
I have no Religion, Politics nor Business.
To me, Death calling is cats in labor
on weeks leading up to MidFall.
These are like ghosts-alive.
[ . . . ]
Self is a sense that transcends rational argument. An arbitrary absolute. I exist, therefore I am. Subject and Object. The I exists through fluctuations and alterations. A braindead me is still me. . . . And dead me . . .
I am the body and transcend the body, as I can sense and act beyond the immediate environment.
Conditioning is me. Error is me. Confusion is me. Lack Thereof is me.
The me is ad hoc ad libitum.
I live in Freedonia.
My Team is V. F. D.
I'm a Child-Hermit.
I live near the Good Tree of the Good Neighbors.
I have a radio and a television.
There are some books in my Room, and I have a Tent.
The Sky and Earth are the Workings of my Body-Mind-Environment.
I'm a Pop Cultural Priest. A healer, exorcist,
vampire-slayer with silver bullets.
A fornicator, roaster, toaster, thief, jive-tongue,
wrestler, backdoors bluesman, Cynic, Magus, Shaman, Bard
and avadhoot.
My number is 8 and my Genius'
is 13.
She has two Wings, each a 7.
Some call me Billy Malone, and I most
often call her Bia.
I have no Religion, Politics nor Business.
To me, Death calling is cats in labor
on weeks leading up to MidFall.
These are like ghosts-alive.
[ . . . ]