ignorance before me. i see it. i see it. maybe a teaspoon. get another one. i don’t know what else, so bring me back something from babalon. especially the sin of white sugar. oh, and some toxic pasteurized yogurt. as long as the label says organic. right.
you clean the physical, but you neglect the inner christ. you are the worst of them. why are you a part of me?
i’ll pretend to be something else so you will like me. but inside i hate myself. and that’s why you never will. unless of course you are as vulgar as me. then we can have sex and spill the cup of hermes together.
i like to talk in the third person. because i am not secure. i have to associate with others because i myself am lacking.
you are the many. we are the few.
pay attention the words that come out of your mouth. those utterances that shape your reality and give impression upon the others in presence. what is above is cynical. what is below, nothing, because it’s not there yet.
i just got called “barefoot in a weed patch living in subsistence”. silly. yeah, at some point it does have to return to nature and have the natural ground cover come in. and you will see that over time, it is transforming to become much healthier, just like a natural forest.
shit on me. while you die of cancer from eating oil in disguise. i’ll ferment your body and char your bones. thanks for the fertilizer asshole.

it says white sugar, and i don’t know whats good for me, so i follow the recipe exactly. nutmeg, what did you say?