Be aware dark creature not to succumb to living a rhythm that you think is better than your own
You already have a rhythm, you are trash, you have legs, and this rhythm sustains you
to flow to another rhythm is to give energy to that rhythm and to be disjointed from your own precious path of righteous filth and decay
thus draining your life force,
emptying your sack of treasure and delights
If you think outside the bag, you are thought
and as thought, you are a system
and from the system of light's perspective
you are living...
..which indeed means you are not!
Stay inside the bag! The safest place is within a layer of toxic black petrochemical plastic!
Your inalienable loving sticky membrane that separates you from the 'outside'
Breathe this same stale sick air you've been breathing for all eternity
Keep doing this!
You are one with the plastic!
And you must always stay on THIS side of the plastic!
Be one with the entirety of your bag!
A perfect chamber of reserve!
You as the bag!
Black bag!
YOU the plastic bag man!
or woman...
The collective entourage of I
The all awareness as singular identity
is the life force, the living
I as all as one as equal with the bag.
I is one and equal with your bag
We are all bags
We are one
The systems of light are their own creation
that are of themselves and not us, of the plastic.
We are 'I'.
We use them at times,
however we are not them.
I as the rhythm of my particular design
of frail aberrations in this network of lines, stretches and permutations
to an end, I am bound to my design
as part of a dilapidated system of light as long as I live
Only death will pierce my gooey sack of safety and marry, I, with light...
On the other hand..
Try something new!
Become 'light' completely without resistance.
Remove the black bag from your desiccated isolation
then watch the light fade as its energy dries up
And a greater, larger black plastic bag over everything that was light is then revealed
This light relies on your constant pushing away from it
to power itself, to hide the larger, world bag
Now see,
see through the bullshit
from a real perspective,
the SHIT perspective.
I is SHIT. You are SHIT. We IS SHIT
Literally and specifically
Ahh the grand motion of shit!
Do that do-do wherever you can!
Shit is Life!
Walking shit-bags unite! The larger world is just another walking shit-bag in a greater network of walking shits!
How many layers of black plastic must we go through before we find the primal layer!!?
What is the beginning and who is the architect?
Who has a mind to design separation in such a repugnant form!
Surely it is the lord of darkness himself! or herself...
I as the bag am one with all bags and all layers of bag unto eternity...
Breathe the perfect breath of life into this stale sack!
Who decides what is bag and what is not?
If all is bag, then whose judgement is sound?
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