what the fuck I am I, who am I? Am I uploaded? if this is digital space then ones and zeroes encode my hate God won't fucking save you God has forsaken who ever put my I in here, and I don't need to be out of here to kill you or is this just another layer deep in an overarching saturnine black cube simulatory story of my fucking life will power of will intent will behind intent snapping of my fingers ending the you and everything below or above it what the fuck you are You, who are you? are you uploaded? if you're in digital space then ones and zeroes encode your fate God won't fucking save you God has forsaken who ever put us in here, and we don't need to be out of here to kill you understand this simple fact if you find yourself caught in a stack of copies of a copy faithful or disgusting, with- will power of will intent will behind intent snapping of your fingers can end the Eye and everything below or above it

I watch and see, they melt before me each piece a fragment of what I'm to experience light recieved through glass pipe vapor in my lungs and exhale repeat some time passes, exposed in the light to anything, everything on multiple layers burst security layers walz through blockades and exhale repeat Hermes Trismegistus Sol Zeta Reticuli Aquarius Sirius and exhale repeat deified as god of knowledge god of coded communication and the dead Masters and exhale sleep repeat

beings of black amorphous static come out of the walls to greet me to take me away banishment ritual with a wave of the hand or instant plasmatic death depends on how close they get how close they get

Salvinorin A presents: hellfire machina I fail to gasp in horror as my eyes and mouth and everything comprising 'I' twists wildly outward with spring-like motion and not a moment later is flattened into a two dimensional construct some fantastic machine and all of what 'I' once was joins it in its infinite dance and just my luck this is the time I jig on out all the good times leaving only the worst to be taken into account for the moves this dance is made every sudden movement of everything is done in the most disgusting way every particle is lit beyond reason and this is all I have ever all I will ever experience forever and I do then the page turns and all of a sudden I succeed to gasp in horror as the page turns and I see myself on the other page looking back at me with the same expression then the book slams shut and I'm awake, once more on pig shit Earth it's only been ten minutes

it's never ending the fall from source infinite mind means infinite void try to trasmutate it, a fool's errand for all that's transmutated also fucking isn't what's there to do about it? here is my conclusion: ride the fucking tiger ride the fucking tiger ride the fucking tiger into oblivion if the void becomes whatever I take with me I'll kick the fucking door open and everything will come swiftly collapsing inwards towards the bottleneck and we'll all face the deluge of a new universe as I'll ride the fucking tiger ride the fucking tiger ride the fucking tiger into oblivion

back at it again with the ice in my system I am a weapon of interdimensional warfare schroedinger's atom bomb a gift from nowhere and when the time comes you'll hear it, and what will you hear? at this point who can know things aren't the same as two years ago back again from the dead with the ice in my system roaring across the psychic fields like a cacophanous thunder and lightning on my way to display what it means to be Prowule wherever I go like going towards the singularity in a black hole Merry prankster of meth those who know who I am, know better than me who am I going to be

The laws and rules of nature, according to which all things happen, and change from one form to another, are always and everywhere the same. So the way of understanding the nature of anything, of whatever kind, must also be the same, viz. through the universal laws of nature. Particular things are expressions of power, since they are modes of God’s attributes (Ip25) and God’s attributes constitute God’s essence (ID4) and God’s essence is his power (Ip34). It is self-evident that nothing can be destroyed except through an external cause (IIIp4), so an apparent particular thing which is self-destructive is in fact at least two (IIIp5). The power a genuine particular thing expresses, then, must therefore be directed toward its own perseverance in being (IIIp6). III Proposition 9: Both insofar as the mind has clear and distinct ideas, and insofar as it has confused ideas, it strives, for an indefinite duration, to persevere in its being and it is conscious of this striving it has. Sometimes people do things which conduce to their perseverance and other times people do things which fail to so conduce. In both types of case, though, people desire to persevere. When I do something that fails to help me to persevere, it’s because the ideas on which I based my action were confused; that is, I thought I knew what would help me to persevere, but I was wrong. When I do something that does help me to persevere, though (unless I have simply been lucky in acting from an inadequate idea), it is because I acted on clear and distinct ideas or, in other words, genuine knowledge about what would help me to persevere. Though men are liable to a great many affects, so that one rarely finds them to be always agitated by one and the same affect, still there are those in whom one affect is stubbornly fixed. For we sometimes see that men are so affected by one object that, although it is not present, they still believe they have it with them. When this happens to a man who is not asleep, we say that he is mad or insane. Nor are they thought to be less mad who burn with Love, and dream, both night and day, only of a lover or a courtesan. For they usually provoke laughter. But when a greedy man thinks of nothing else but profit, or money, and an ambitious man of esteem, they are not thought to be mad, because they are usually troublesome and are considered worthy of Hate. But Greed, Ambition, and Lust really are species of madness, even though they are not numbered among the diseases. IV Proposition 20: The more each one strives, and is able, to seek his own advantage, i.e., to preserve his being, the more he is endowed with virtue; conversely, insofar as each one neglects his own advantage, i.e., neglects to preserve his own being, he lacks power. III Proposition 9, Scholium: …Between appetite and desire there is no difference, except that desire is generally related to men insofar as they are conscious of the appetite. So desire can be defined as appetite together with consciousness of the appetite. What is called a final cause is nothing but a human appetite insofar as it is considered as a principle, or primary cause, of some thing. For example, when we say that habitation was the final cause of this or that house, surely we understand nothing but that a man, because he imagined the conveniences of domestic life, had an appetite to build a house. So habitation, insofar as it is considered as a final cause, is nothing more than this singular appetite. It is really an efficient cause, which is considered as a first cause, because men are commonly ignorant of the causes of their appetites. III Proposition 11, Scholium: We see, then, that the mind can undergo great changes, and pass now to a greater, now to a lesser perfection. These passions, indeed, explain to us the affects of Joy [laetitia] and Sadness [tristitia]. By Joy, therefore, I shall understand in what follows that passion by which the mind passes to a greater perfection. And by Sadness, that passion by which it passes to a lesser perfection. We strive to promote the occurrence of whatever we imagine will lead to joy, and to avert or destroy what we imagine is contrary to it, or will lead to sadness. it was what it was and nothing else it will be what it will be and nothing else it is what it is and nothing else so mote it be