2 Thee Children Of The VortexMy brain is a an octopus in constanct death battle with the centipede of my spinal column-a constaqnt banquete of auto cannibalism, where being human is never quite on the agenda. Storms and lightning crackle the spnal length-birth and death are sucking each other-the constant round of existence is like ground glass in the retina-razors at the back of my mind...I stand numb and raw, almost at the gates of the skeletal prison...being human is a nightmare, born in wrong body in the wrong universe...blame a GOD or a less than Merciful ALLAH who dont seem to pay much attention to his creation any more than we do to this sink hole of a planet.
The boiling gasses that pass for oxygen mitigate against fact or fiction, nerves are changing their purpose, the brain becomes a different organ for a different purpose, and the assumption evolution is easy and pretty and painless should ask the homo Neanderthal about that. The distinctions are breaking down, ALL IS ONE is a nice conceit, but with ID in place that is all it will ever be, for some others it is slightly more than that. From the great old ones to the sociopathic nervous system, to GOOD and EVIL, all are simply neurons now firing off in strange cosmic directions. And the empaths who tell you to feel can only appproximate what it means to feel on a cosmic level...like some us do...Heres to happy landing without too many causualties, eh?