Irritatingly insatiable, shockingly unsatisfiable. Double stubborn in breaking airy standards, by belief of not met imaginary set of snobbish fabricated expectations. This is not 'where' you thought you would be by now, or what relentless improving is required...so give yourself and everyone else a break. Why hate the world because You now only amount to this much...where is the standstill moment of appreciation? Is there really always more to do? What if breathing were without a pause at the beginning and ends? We would be counting our own birthdays in dog years.

If i have such a supposed fortified field, if i am so fucking Jedi, why is all this human shit still harassing me? The way you do (this) or I do (that) or we as a world do (this)...we have to deal with reality as it stands ah it sucks the biggest hairy gorilla balls. At this point in time, it's cheaper to watch it self-destruct first, then rebuild, rather than try to change it mid-crumble. This is why the U.S. still doesn't use the metric system/grow hemp/etc, because it's too expensive to change it all over, and it's not in the pockets' interest.

If i claim what is worthy as releasing and if release myself i am indeed getting toxins all over everyone. Toxins that came from collective captured and swimming around until puked out phlegmish-green sticky inkling of the macrocosmic sludge.

Always more accepting - i am competing with no one, especially myself - drive, motivation is questionable in samtosha peace-riddling battle to the finish. Am i in a such a forgetful rush all the time? Am i in a rush to die? to accumulate disease? to give it to others? Who will listen to my volumes of pain? of hurt? of longing? Is this why the bottom of a bottle seems reasonable and satisfying to some? At least that has been accomplished. 

Feet on Ground
Love in Heart
Spacious in Mind
Free in Body

Pushing away
From others
Opaque mirror of
Resisting Self

The molecular sense
Of disapproval
Activate as a ruffle
Of fractional back feathers

Shaking the container
Cased virtual integument
Sound the drone of angels,
gods and demons
Engaging communication
With wordless cosmos
Ecstatic interwoven habitat
Healer healed healing
Entrained in elegance

Wow how you spark sparkle shine
slipping back into infinity
You say you are found,
But you won't sit
On the ground?