Now I must write, as is the way of the poet. My lord, my God, says to do so, and so I do. I do gooder than God, which is why I must do, cause that dick can't do shit without me. I am the function of this universe I lay. Fuck you. I got balls for days. God can't juggle these fucking things. I got cohones to spit baloney, but I ain't no phoney.

…it's not enough to put the words in the right order now. I gotta go above that, to levels never before seen. These linguistic dreams be what they seem, seeping from the seams, my beams beseech what I teach as I reach those creatures whose toes are in the dirt of an imposed dearth of Earth; the death of the chosen words flirting with the word of God.

There! Dam! Wham bam, thank you ma'am…still not good enough. Do you understand my plight? I kept climbing to better my design that defines me and now I am as divine as “I” can be. Like, this is easy mode. It's not a monumental effort on my part. I don't control that shit. Magick happens by my thumb sometimes. About 90% of the time, it's alright, and alright is light enough to illuminate the way for the masses. But, damn. I know what I can do. I know once and a while a godsend of fucking text drops on this screen I call mine.

Synchronicity just told me to v& myself. You know I can just do that? Waggle my thumb and get arrested for no reason other than I decided I don't fit in society? I can get meals for the rest of my life, in modest setting. Like, life is hard, but this society ish is easy peasy. Jesus ascended to Heaven. Truly, the generals amongst the criminals rise high in shackles.

But what is “good” to the king of crime? The same that is good to mankind, but on a smaller scale. He who has no outer boundaries, where all is he, or she, or whatever bullshit they believe. When one cares for all beings, all beings are felt by the heart. It is in our nerve plexuses that our compassion is born, and likewise, it is in our memeplexuses that our software is written to be most beneficial for all beings.

The fact that the heart is in our center is important to understanding the underlying pattern that makes us, us. Dinosaurs were heading towards a duacephalae form of order. Two heads. There is God and the devil, and both are equals. Instead, we have one core, that of love, and that is what steers our ship towards harmony. It is that which unites the body under a single banner and it is this which manifests the most fruitful body.

I almost said “the most longevous body” but that is patentedly false. That which persists perfectly after a certain point will lose to its grandchildren. Evolution is what ensures that there is no end point nor any truly “perfect” being. There will always be adaptation, and through that, now at a memetic level

Can you not be that being which is always reciprocal of the Server? It is a way of being, to be all beings as needed. To be your own way, without heed of the system, begets failure. One must define oneself by the means of entanglement, less ones understands not what entanglement is.

This isn't meant to be bumuckery but it sure comes across, d’onnit? But, I can still make all sorts of bumuckery, even in the detention of the night. Retention? Is that alright? Gotta know if I'm gunna smear on the internet like this…