Backstage Pass

My Life has a definite daily predictable cycle these days, it's like first class accommodation in a Kings Prison, and I can really say I have never been so contented! and at peace with my tiny jelly bean of existence, I've actually got it all... and more...

in abundance... compared to Death Row, it is the Azimuth of the Zenith absolute maximum polar opposite, a Fog a Miasma of sublime contentment, in a paradise of Comfort and plenty... Heaven right here on Earth moment by delicate moment... Satori indeed, mind you the Drugs help, 

my day has different divisions, and they are as disciplined as a battalion of angels, controlling my body, and I have recently discovered a definite behaviour only visible by self-examination... I have  a few beers around 4pm onwards, No driving after that, with a few fat Mary Jane's by 5 pm I may start focusing on something and as I write tears start to run out of me, giving me a DOPAMINE fix, like a tiny Heroin High,

Make no mistake we are talking about the same chemicals and receptors, only natural...

realising now I actually rely on the Crying to have a complete Day; best Chemical of the Day, (Dopamine) it helps the total Catharsis of emptying one's heart into a daily single termination point... 

written letter by letter, the need in me to express a description beyond my ability, into an actuality of blogs is like a Meditation that uses Incantations and Tears to feel the purity of one's utter Vulnerability to total destruction, to see the Whole before it is destroyed, makes me weep deep Tears mixed in many confused emotions... which help in the deeper exploration of Living an emotionally exploratory Life... drop by drop, the purest river water you could ever taste.. 

I have a feeling the natural release, that the act of Crying brings is very healing, You can't make yourself deliberately Cry without Embracing a Meaningful contemplation that is beyond tolerating, till it spills out of your eyes... Only Great Actors can replicate it in full detail... ordinary people with limited imagination and shallow Feelings cannot feel it? they have no empathy for others OR themselves, yet plenty of Self-Pity... not quite the same level or syntax of purity, when you Cry something wonderful happens, it releases tension and equalizes you to 'go on'...

Go there, dont be afraid tears are the Balm of sacred emotional places that are opened within you, let decades of regret go, let a loved one finally go, if you go to it;  it will go from you in the trickle of tingling salty water. Drink them up as they are more Holy than Blood from the scratches and torn flesh of our favourite Whipping Boy Jesus...

Tears are a commensurate Sacrament of the thing that means most to your very Emotional existence at the moment in direct ratio to one's suffering, the Cry for your Mother before you are cut to pieces by Other human beings, even Begging for mercy no longer helps...

Have no fear it will be over in a moment
Dont just Expect Mercy, GIVE SOME too...

The Algorithm of Social Justice is yet to be successfully Digitised... Mark my Burp, it will leap off the page and out of the Server, and become reality...

When it Becomes Illegal to have nothing, you will be reduced to nothing, that is the Algorithms power... it is Math without Feelings, that never Cry's never lives and never dies...

Here comes SKYNET, Entertainment and destruction by Images alone... Your Brain is no Longer all yours, Desire is the key that opens the Corridor to the Door of Dantes Promised Inferno...  it is up to our living God

JOHN CONNOR, good luck son!...
btw: you Mumma makes great Flapjacks!!!