It's times like this when I feel downright biblical - not in a "let god strike down teh gays" kinda way of course - but in a portentous sense, as if every word is a smear in the air dripping with meaning.
When the slightest twitch of your arm makes you realize your molecules are bubbling over like molten volcanos, realizing that even in the most prone position you're a whirlpool of dormant energy, waiting to be actualized according to your true will.
One should be a kinetic force, acting, doing, somersaulting over the mundane every day.
Fear is a void, a state of inactiivity, a hindrance to motion, an enemy of person depth and span.
But if you can focus, work yourself to a boil to burn out all the impurities, you are no circus daredevil who walks across tightropes willy-nilly foot before foot, but a free prince that can barrel over that son of a bitch full tilt boogie, turn on a dime, do the robot in the middle (being a drone is always a dance, a slow dance), and then race across to the other edge.
You will be an unstoppable force, flowing around the immovable object, dropping it in a bowl of cornflakes, cutting a few strawberries over it, and eating it for breakfast. While the rest of the world fights over life like it's a football game, you will dine at it like a banquet. Rules for made for those who like to wear uniforms, for those for are afraid to create their own games.
Adjust yourself, streamline, trim the fat, wake up.
You must have chaos within yourself to give birth to a dancing star. - FN
And whereever you are, Hunter baby, let me tell you.. it's never got too weird for me either.
Cazart.
When the slightest twitch of your arm makes you realize your molecules are bubbling over like molten volcanos, realizing that even in the most prone position you're a whirlpool of dormant energy, waiting to be actualized according to your true will.
One should be a kinetic force, acting, doing, somersaulting over the mundane every day.
Fear is a void, a state of inactiivity, a hindrance to motion, an enemy of person depth and span.
But if you can focus, work yourself to a boil to burn out all the impurities, you are no circus daredevil who walks across tightropes willy-nilly foot before foot, but a free prince that can barrel over that son of a bitch full tilt boogie, turn on a dime, do the robot in the middle (being a drone is always a dance, a slow dance), and then race across to the other edge.
You will be an unstoppable force, flowing around the immovable object, dropping it in a bowl of cornflakes, cutting a few strawberries over it, and eating it for breakfast. While the rest of the world fights over life like it's a football game, you will dine at it like a banquet. Rules for made for those who like to wear uniforms, for those for are afraid to create their own games.
Adjust yourself, streamline, trim the fat, wake up.
You must have chaos within yourself to give birth to a dancing star. - FN
And whereever you are, Hunter baby, let me tell you.. it's never got too weird for me either.
Cazart.
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fayne of the cosmos
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when the weird gets going the weird go pro.