Ceasing towards our end of time, there is no reconciliation for the massacres I projected on your souls of pure whiteness. And the sharpness of the silver blade of salvation cannot bring my lost pain that healed the mark of each massacre. Self-destructive ? Conceptually masochist ? Framed black to cover too much white ? Bored with the mundane ? Not even close. All my tainted whites are in love with the freedom that I offer. With the real love that I offer. A love so painfully real and unexpected that the silver blade of salvation pierces their whiteness and binds them to my limitless spirit of freedom. Limitless freedom bounded by real love of pure growth. This is what it is. Do not ever underestimate the power and constrains of this freedom. Freedom is limitless. But so must be your mind. Your soul. Your concept and your material. So that when the challenge of my massacre upon your soul takes place, the explosion of your hidden desires can totally dissolute the framed boundaries that limit your soul. One small particle of doubt, one small particle of questioning, one small dust of remaining boundary will scar your concept in eternity. And your scar will become my scar. My massacre. Sweetest damage of my true freedom. Of my true love. There is no settlement. No floating line. Riding from euphoria to catastrophe. Always in submission to their euphoric domination to offer that freedom, I am pushing the limits of their concepts towards reaching the catastrophe. My challenge is offering full freedom. Real love. Do not ever go open hearted into my freedom unless you are truly aware of your limits. As I have no limits. And this is be your eternal scar. My massacre. (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=Py_-3di1yx0
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 21:45:10 +0000
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