This is better than a piano song.
It’s dedicated to you.
Hell is a lack of imagination.
My insight, that the “great being”. (What I call the ‘energetic ideal’ is still having anyone’s consent violated, is proof that there isn’t a great being yet.
Every fucking human or extraterrestrial who’s ever lived is in some way in hell.
Some just don’t know it yet. But I do. I do know.
You say I need “feet on the ground (lived) experience” but when I say,
… you refuse to give me that experience, because:
My parents got a wild hair and took off to the coast while I was at work yesterday.
You know how I know you don’t have lived experience like they do?
Everybody can’t fit in one location… whether it’s a bed… or a beach… or a bed on the beach.
I’m just trying to take the advice you gave MagsJ and start small.
My parents started small, and it’s still working for them & they’re … getting up there.
I guess they haven’t graduated to more-than-small.
I flunked out of small.
But.
Hey, if you really think I just need more experience, I’ll be the millstone around your neck. Sure.
I’m going to tell you my truth.
If I don’t have sex with women. I get furious because they’re violating the pleasurable exclusive access and consent violation problems.
If I do have sex with them, I get furious because I’m violating the pleasurable exclusive access and consent violation problems.
It’s impossible.
I hate this place.
“For god so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son”
Anything I do in this world hurts something,even and especially if I’m working not to hurt things.
Now you know why I hate Christianity.
Heh. Yeah! We should totally rebel against it & say “to hell with your fake problems” & walk the entire coast line of every coast in absolute defiance between so-called “violations” like we’re friggin Bonnie & Clyde!
This is a special month for us, Ec. The month you didn’t actually dedicate a song to me. I’ll treasure it always.