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twoforcesMake no mistake. This is not "background music". Rather it is when the raven hour has passed, you have slept around five hours, and wake up when everything is calm around. The joyful darkness. You settle into your comfy not-too-hard-not-too-soft armchair, have a cigarillo or some neighbors weed, and maybe a good yeared whiskey or homegrown IPA or unhumanly strong instacoffee in a half litre detailed cup. Then you let the energies flow around, and to, and out of you. This is true happiness. This is infinite detail, and infinite sadness, and infinite darkness. You look out of your apartment, and see the stars and the lights around you. You look into yourself, and with all your darkness, there is light, and there is stars. Like my favorite thinker says
"Whoever looks into himself and everything feels like a vast galaxy, also know how irregular galaxies are. They lead into the chaos and labyrinth of existence"
As you are listening at a perfect 85db or even louder with neighbours that do not care as you are beauty in its purest form which no one dares to question. You do this on a well-composed stereo, and hear something more than what the day tells you. Tike the artists Clockwork Day and Clockwork Night, the day is wholly beautiful but the night is more alluring.
"The keys I handle no better than any other painist, but, ah, the space between the notes, that is where the music lies!"
Thus we are mostly all those dark things, and need to live with it, not hide it, just let it flow through us, and appretiate when inspiration comes around. It is said dark matter and dark energy is not only out in the universe, but in our stomaches, and we should also have a bountiful layered cupcake or some bloody steak barbequed eventhough it is snowing outside and everyone will have dreams of smoke that live around you.
In truth darkness is memory, is time. And no matter how scientists do their research, they cannot comprehend how the universe expands.
"You're wrong when you say the sky's the limit, we don't even know when the universe ends"
Further on bitchute, down in the swamp, the writer now believes in flat earth theory.
As non-junkie in an alcalic world, I remember a time when i lived in a world without moon, without starshine, without sun. The weather was either cloudy or sunny, there was no darkness. To fall asleep, as dark and ever more evil faces transformed when I closed my eyes, I needed to find one, just 1, song to play on repeat from a 3000 record library. Thanks to synchronicity, this happened quite quickly, I would sleep half the night, and then wake up transformed, turn off the music, and sleep another 4 hours.
In this world of true worlds, people had tatus in the their faces, "marks" of both beast and light bearing. I went on the bullet train, this übertranscendence, and it was only people dressed in metal / goth aesthetics, or a whole company of only dressed in white, which I prayed together with.
Thus the ultimate frequency is that of gods and angels, satans and shaitans and demons. But both are just as needed, you have to listen to the demon on your right sometimes - the challenger, if you are lefthanded and the lucky 12,5% who are more creative.
What is there to be creative except anything else? I remember a time when I created my first livejournal account, in 1999 i had nothing to say and the account is empty to this day.
I was lucky to find Deaddreamer (Misery in Motion) who linked a lot of music and sites and had a forum which linked to his friends forums. It was a tough upbringing in the digital world, and I did stalk a guy, ruined his life over and over, and I finally got to taste my own medicine, after putting on a white gold diamond ring. Now I can sense about 12 people who try to ruin me constantly any chance they get, but I press on, and have found friendship and being appretiated for who I am.
I will now spell-check and the like this, and upload on some sites. It't not perfect, but I did my best, as a cigarillos and dip and some cheap LIDL chocolate and ICA even-cheaper coffee made in sync with a tailored darkhalo playlist.
"Whoever looks into himself and everything feels like a vast galaxy, also know how irregular galaxies are. They lead into the chaos and labyrinth of existence"
As you are listening at a perfect 85db or even louder with neighbours that do not care as you are beauty in its purest form which no one dares to question. You do this on a well-composed stereo, and hear something more than what the day tells you. Tike the artists Clockwork Day and Clockwork Night, the day is wholly beautiful but the night is more alluring.
"The keys I handle no better than any other painist, but, ah, the space between the notes, that is where the music lies!"
Thus we are mostly all those dark things, and need to live with it, not hide it, just let it flow through us, and appretiate when inspiration comes around. It is said dark matter and dark energy is not only out in the universe, but in our stomaches, and we should also have a bountiful layered cupcake or some bloody steak barbequed eventhough it is snowing outside and everyone will have dreams of smoke that live around you.
In truth darkness is memory, is time. And no matter how scientists do their research, they cannot comprehend how the universe expands.
"You're wrong when you say the sky's the limit, we don't even know when the universe ends"
Further on bitchute, down in the swamp, the writer now believes in flat earth theory.
As non-junkie in an alcalic world, I remember a time when i lived in a world without moon, without starshine, without sun. The weather was either cloudy or sunny, there was no darkness. To fall asleep, as dark and ever more evil faces transformed when I closed my eyes, I needed to find one, just 1, song to play on repeat from a 3000 record library. Thanks to synchronicity, this happened quite quickly, I would sleep half the night, and then wake up transformed, turn off the music, and sleep another 4 hours.
In this world of true worlds, people had tatus in the their faces, "marks" of both beast and light bearing. I went on the bullet train, this übertranscendence, and it was only people dressed in metal / goth aesthetics, or a whole company of only dressed in white, which I prayed together with.
Thus the ultimate frequency is that of gods and angels, satans and shaitans and demons. But both are just as needed, you have to listen to the demon on your right sometimes - the challenger, if you are lefthanded and the lucky 12,5% who are more creative.
What is there to be creative except anything else? I remember a time when I created my first livejournal account, in 1999 i had nothing to say and the account is empty to this day.
I was lucky to find Deaddreamer (Misery in Motion) who linked a lot of music and sites and had a forum which linked to his friends forums. It was a tough upbringing in the digital world, and I did stalk a guy, ruined his life over and over, and I finally got to taste my own medicine, after putting on a white gold diamond ring. Now I can sense about 12 people who try to ruin me constantly any chance they get, but I press on, and have found friendship and being appretiated for who I am.
I will now spell-check and the like this, and upload on some sites. It't not perfect, but I did my best, as a cigarillos and dip and some cheap LIDL chocolate and ICA even-cheaper coffee made in sync with a tailored darkhalo playlist.
