Desire for Revenge

I never considered that you can draw something you can't understand. It seems really obvious to me.

I am the drug, pure unfettered relaxation.

cheers

Well it has to do with the potential nature of our personal symbology.


When imagining a 'God Dragon', for example.... I tend to imagine what would effectively be a corollary to Nietzsche's Will to Power.... IE the most bad-ass, balls-to-the-wall wrecking machine that anyone has ever seen, channelling my Willpower.

It is over the top, certainly.... but the noise of this world, is too.


What I've come to find is that I can no longer rely on my flagships of logical reasoning to be sufficient for conveyance of emotional meaning, despite that I personally attach tremendous emotional meaning to the symbols I depict.

I often bemoan the fact that this world is inclined to see as it does.... common colloquial meanings of a great many symbols don't make sense to me when seen against what I held the symbol to represent.... possibly due my obsessive interest in life sciences as a child that has formed the root for the world as I view it.


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True.

A question or statement? ;)

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I have been thinking over your words often lately. I often do.

Mugwump never left me. When you told that story.

Anything really. Unless your well connected.

Too much thinking, too little drinking.

The most powerful force in the universe cares not for visual presence or the affectations of such.

I ,as you, am a drug. How you control it is quite another question.

Being a non neurotypical, I don't have the gearing to be an addict.

I was considering recently that if consciousness were said to be an outflowing observatory entity, then we've eliminated the requirement for gravity and also for light.

After all, light and shadow are only relevant to consciousness. The ultimatum on 'the anthropomorphic principle' perhaps.... the why of the universe rather than the what, and action based on that


....pardon me, I'm certainly guilty of your predicate....

Oddly enough I was perusing the UB addiction research website, specifically the drug advertising section, which chronicles the pharmacy of crude cocaine and opium derivatives as soothing salves for children and stressed adults alike.

It makes one realize how addiction arose from accidental tourism and naivety looking for succour.

The punishment never suits the crime.

What is man but an addiction of spirit to flesh?

Flesh is an expression. likened to putting musical notes between the lines.

How would they sound without the limiting media?

I was talking to my mom yesterday about how 'drugs' have strange reaction on me. Sedatives, Morphine derivatives, and such...

Not like most others.


Original Sudafed would put me in hours long sleeps. The stuff they made meth out of.

Brain chemistry and all that, I suppose..

Maybe 'hyperactivity' does exist. In that sense.

The flesh is unfinished. How would who sound? Flesh is a whole nother thing when people aren't hiding behind the anonymity of a computer screen, imo.

Anything really. Unless your well connected.