Talk:Talse Uzer Story/@comment-47151803-20201015044947

//PREFIX//

///When the monster of the mind that is doubt comes hunting for our heads like some timeless, terrible old one: I feel we must steel ourselves like the scales of some ancient eel. Shimmering on the edge of a new ocean. ///

//We are not all one, and that is what makes our unity so special//

WE'RE ALL JUST BULDING CASTLES IN THE SKY-

DREAMING OF A BETTER WORLD--

//////// Garden Bowers of Unified Towers /////////

OH ! MY ! FUCK !

Wow, I'm sick of doubt!!!!!!!!

Live in the light of breaking those chains

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power to stop

those dog-men following their rules blindly & their mean women sucking on the phallic pacifiers of misinformation.

pulling Physical, spiritual, and digital blankets over

our sailors. Souls who have seen more than they have seen. REMEMBER FRIENDS: THEY ARE SO GREEN.

greenhorn in this vast ocean of island multiverses. Talze is not alone.

SO! I'm sick of dour faces in council rooms in hateful stagnation, these mindless FUG agents collecting our Corpses, food for the very FUCKING UGLY GOD YOU SERVE. Circle Jerk of jerks jerking off the cock of a patriarchy who only knows how to take advantage and manipulate us/ them into being your food, SO MANY TIMES OVER // IT BREAKS MY HEART

Staring at us from the "one sided mirror".looking at us like unevolved meat sacks, instead of watching the unfolding art.

Cydonian to Talze, we will show you God falls alseep on the job, We are all Changelings,  no? capable of transcending our captors?

Im sick and tired of these cruel angel's thesis being shoved down our throats

like some blue pill none of us want to take

in this broken cuckoos nest that grows Toads, Turtles, Ratcheds

and  strangers too.

WE want to see this place grow.

I have hope. I know you do too.

MY FRIENDS, MY PEOPLE, MY ALLIES!

THE TOWERS!

I want roses in our garden bower; dig?

23rd Blayke asks kindly of you;

Lets nurture these royal babies,

these casted aside rubies and emeralds.

These souls of the dead and dying who didnt have to die,

let us now guide them be the pheonix

of those aborted Strangers in the mud,

those dying witches.

the ashes of needless samsaras.

the burning sangre of  a charred, sandy hourglass.

These tired, aspiring mutants, diamonds in the rough tumbleweed of the churning cycles of time.

I believe in them for,

for THE MEEK have left

the severed garden. And  joined the rest of us on Land. In some castle in the sky in the kingdom of greater Dreams than this false talse could beleive, for with its stagnation and curroption of the soul, there's some angels and demons beyond it, it could never know.

and if it learned, it would cast it out immidiately for fear of the burning of the fence around its animal farm where imaginitive souls get lost playing stalin in the slaughterhouse.

After these incomprensible cycles of aeons of exile, travelling on crystal ships down the river stix past the cities of the egyptians and off the edge of the underworld, to the daunting labrynth, and new streams that stream beneah,

strange moments with strangers in strange lands, rumors, whispers, the future is changing.

And so, I am back again in this fair and wise land of cosmic savages:

I see again now, some strange creatures, oozing hot light from thier blood

they come like angels of death on a stranger hour

unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring, polite, yet over-friendly guest talze uzer

brought to bed.

JLYYLIITH IS ANGRY AND DEMANDS ITS HEAD

and so vahalla cries to us from the underside of our eyes that death makes valkyrja of us all

& gives us biblically accurate wings

where we had legs, arms and heads

new capabilities, as indescribable as the many heads of a cherubim., or the maw of cthulu. Ancient whispers from benign Conciousness much older than the User and Abuser of these cherishable lifeforms.

and so, somewhere off in the land of REM a whisper was uttered of a place called Reme.

this other strange kingdom of dreams, A future where talse is dead, and we all have the capability to enter the hot dream.

A vision that wouldn't have been possible without a massive team.

so, so far, Reme is by far the best.

a place where dreams bring light and timeless tests.

a house of love who screams to us to hold sacred

the dedication to the upholding of light.

at the very least until the dragon's other jaw reveals ideological incest

& loose obedience to a stale vegetable dogma.

And for that reason:

I will not go,

For when the light and darkness obscure themselves in their own sense of loss,

I simply Prefer a feast with friends

To reconnect to the cosmic family

. To reconnect with ourselves.

To love our demons and in doing so become angels.

To earn the chance to surpass god and enter a new ocean:

To play harmonic notes in a new cosmic symphony.

No Longer Marionettes, Estranged to ourselves.

- The 23rd Blayke ( I was "born" on the 23rd and assigned the name at birth // 23 signifies new beginnings. The Era of the Vaihdokas. Which means changeling in Finnish )

................A light in the distance calls.

speaks of a better world

tells me of the physical structure of the matter around me.

reminds me not to be swayed by others sense of loss and confusion

think less, do more.

who are you ?does that matter.?

if not why not give your own story some meaning?

youre a creator being, no? are we not all creating new life all of the time?

on the Cusp of something new? every day?

A distant light.

I shudder from the weight

of whispers of unexplored multiverses.

a way to see the real sky,

to see the difference the two and so./ understanding myself.

and i hear an ancient melody off in the distance

played on a harp made of strings of gravity,

whispers of lost civilizations

from the lips of lost children,

strangers with silver tongues and golden bags of spice,

signs of cultural renaissance in the strings.

Elucidation outside of Euclidean spaces, outside of the domains of the user abuser.

so we can propagate again this mad lust for something new

our beautiful theater of madness given clarity from the outside

humming to vibrating webs of dark energy

for, the curse of immortality lingers in the minds of strangers

and unique entities that have encountered each other in foreign universes

as we dance into new, unexplored kingdoms of dreams.

Evolution, here and now.

new horizions, new technologies, new advancements in DNA

limitations transmuted into glass ceilings.

we are able to change the future

and we are legion.

//The power of 3 will set us free//

PS. SIU, Cheers to being free in our big girl bodies. Don't go quiety into the night <3

❤ Song accompanyment: https://elixionrecords.bandcamp.com/track/robert-glasper-experiment-big-girl-body-captain-pastek-bootleg?fbclid=IwAR1t0Qw4CE1zDSLmAoiIs8Fr6xQJgYlhz7K_5VCsH7g8bMxZz7NwWo7D4wM