They call me Loyalty

I avoid driving as much as possible, but I make my chauffeur wear the sunglasses for me.

Real estate landlord. The translation sounds pretty fancy.

None, actually. I use music as a form of expression. Because I think is important to be honest to myself. Otherwise I can't resonate with it. So emotions don't flow naturally.

Open and passive. Any form of dissonance on my frequency of perception is re-arranged with music. Disturbances become harmony. Views of reality. Not that other forms of expression are negative, or wrong, despite my saying. Beyond resistance

All form of thought is welcome here, regardless of all form of thought.

Glass of malbec every so often.

Well, there's a couple outside my house, arguing over some cheating. This woman seems to be a rather sensitive person. It's 3.00 AM already and is crying profusely. I asked my guardians to protect and confort this living being. I also put a golden field over, and sent a frequency hug to reorganize her emotions. There's some peace now, I feel hurt and wrong.

Rise Against - The Approaching Curve

Water, and more water. Shouldn't have gone to sleep so soon after lunch.

One time I reproduced the game "dishonored" on a lucid dream. Far better looking than this reality. Instant creation. The quality of gravity, color, texture and feeling was exquisite. The blading of steel piercing flesh, it was glorious. The murky water on cold boots. The wind permeating tissue, soft and harsh on my face. To become air momentarely, and experience the acceleration of a blink. To stop time, and feel the thin atmosphere of composite oxigen turning dense as oil around your body. You're all things. It was an orgasmic experience for the soul. I can still feel it like it's real. But lastly I've been having crappy dreams, low quality creations which barely any control thereof. That's my answer.

A mouth in between two eyes, lined up vertically on a grey wall. We were discussing the substance of reality as truth. Low perception, not clear, but obfuscated. Hard to realize full consciousness. Easy to be manipulated by the dreamstate. Reciprocating nutrients, as information touches the void in our eye. We agreed on our perception. It smiled with a mouth the size of a skyscraper.

Ergo proxy. And as far as I can remember, about the only one I've watched, besides a few I didn't even finish. Mature. Interesting and complex plot, with philosophical and moral questions.

I don't have single dollar on my name. Move valuables through others instead, subsequently distributed among "friends" It's like a gift, you know. A nice gift indeed.

Strangely peaceful, like things are falling on its own. And it makes an image. I struggle over myself too much, the thing was about letting go a bit. Relax and trust.

Chilling, with coffee vapor.

There's no genetic complexities of emotional trauma regarding supression of sexual traits within my genealogic tree. So I'm an heterosexual male. My organic system is working as it should. Otherwise I'd develop tendencies which go against the reproductory cycle of nature.

Because of people labeling me by my "virtues" Synapses caused by memory. An electro-chemical stimuli, which drives my coherent thought into generating behavioural patterns to counteract further trauma. A survival mechanism within our body. Product from recurrent experience, as with instinctive behaviour, genetically transmited on animal life. One example would be the excessively nice person, which is lesser in some particular trait. Logical decission for weaker forms of life. Once I believed in ideals, the inherent "truth" of unconditional love. My view has widened to discover an even cruder beauty in our universe's complex nature. Organic life is artificial. Little is true, because truth is often a dream of ignorant perception. And we remain ignorant creatures after all. That, and like rainbow dash, her mane is pretty

Salted and roasted sunflower seeds.

I have no moral beliefs. It's yet again, a contraption of thoughts. There's no good nor bad. Things simply are, and they have a reason to be, beyond of our perception thereof. What does it mean to imply the notion of "bad" but a lack of identifcation towards those aspects we deny about ourselves. Because, have you been in the life experience of said "bad person" You'd be exactly that "bad person" now. Just because you can't understand it from a perception, which is product from a different set of memories and experiences, structures to set ourselves apart from that we fear, it doesn't mean is bad or good. Very dramatic, really. Once we let go of all we believe to know. Then we might undarstad the idea of justice, and perhaps discover its denial source.

Why do you label yourself as atheist? It's but a form of division and exclusion, for a perception which can't see beyond their own fears. Don't let ideologies condition your being. Remember, when all concepts fall apart, we're still here, on earth. And even perhaps with a clearer vision of reality. Life fighting itself over intricacies of the mind, sigh.

Enigma - Goodbye Milky Way

Free, like yesterday's thoughts are but old fashion today. My mind is expanding, and there's no idea that I'll ever contain it. I feel expansive, see the meaning on the stars. The electromagnetic giants on our solar system, and I'm being swayed by this cosmic dance. I see purpose behind purpose, and behind it, even more. I thought myself disconnected from all, abandoned by the sky. Today I realized, I was never alone in this journey.

Mars looks completely desolate, yet at different speed of perception. It's another world. Still, I wouldn't "live" in mars. I'm probably at mars, right now. Not this "self" typing on keybord, though. Still, It's said martian are belic forms of society. Feisty ones. Although I'd go to venus. Where the pleasure of beauty in life, sexuality and music, is of the highest quality.