Imagine a perfectly shaped mundane bullet. Perfectly round. Sharp at its head. Triggered by an external factor. Try to look the bullet into its sharpness while it is coming towards your end. Be brave. Feel the coldness that shall follow. Feel the ice. See the red. See the red on your hands and all over your body. See your body into an ocean of red. See all the dark. Feel the pain. Overemphasize the pain. Make it more excruciating that you can handle. See your flesh being torn apart by the bullet. Picture it all. And be happy. Laugh. Die of laughter. Because you know that this is too trivial to be true. Too easy to solve the problem. You are not that lucky. You are born to suffer deeper pains. Pains at higher levels. Laugh at the bullet. Make it feel demeaning. Make it feel worthless. Look into the sharpness of your iron fear that is approaching you and let your gaze disintegrate it. Let your gaze break your fear apart into a million small fears. Look each of the small million fears into their sharpness and break them in more millions. Use your cosmic fractal power of eternal explosion to create eternal implosions into your fear and break it apart. Break it apart until it there is nothing you can break apart. Break it apart until you see dust in the air. Until you see all your anger dispersed into your fear. Until you see your fear in excruciating pain begging for your mercy. Until there is no power to beg. Until all that fear becomes pure energy. Pure energy to feed your black desire. Pure energy for your fractal to feed its black hole. Pure energy taken from your fears and transformed into white. And so, your black thirst is not over. When all your fears shall become energy, you shall turn your craves to the fears of others. And you shall start feeding over the fears of others. To save them, to feed yourself, to feed others, irrelevant. You are a fractal. Your purpose is always white. You will always be white. That’s why you take all the black in the world and make it white. Your purest Grail is taking the supreme sacrifice to feed on the black and make it white. This is your purpose. The price of the sin. I am in love with bullets. I destroy them. I collect them. But we all have that one last fatal bullet. Don’t we, my dear fractal? (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=4kQMDSw3Aqo
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 18:13:03 +0000