ivankiss

Haha I'm sorry, I'm not picking at you, I'm picking at your false clowny spiritual identity.

Hold my kundalini.

BRB must polish my chakras real quick.

Jk it's common knowledge that you cannot be enlightened if you do not secretly talk to crystals and have at least 3 differently sized dream catchers hanging somewhere in your hippy little hobbit hole.

I heard you liked angelic numbers and other stupid hippy shit, so I put some 111s inside of your 333s, so you can 555 while you 6 6 6. Polyrhythmic salvation.

Behold... The magician.

I lived out at least 13 lifetimes in these past 6 months only, I kid you not. I'm looking a bit worn out, but don't worry, it's part of my ultimate trick. I'm about to start aging in reverse, any moment now. Promise.

What an epic win of a day.

Haha jk, we'll hang later, once I'm done being too cool for you to approach me without feeling intimidated or being triggered. Once I've completed this epic mission. I'll invite some of you to my party, I promise.

I absofuckinglutely love being alone. Fuck all of you idiots. It's powerful. It's peaceful. It's filled with infinite possibilities. Endless love and limitless dreams.

I'm not antisocial. Not at all. I'm really good at it, actually, when I feel like it. It's just that I'm a fucking alien, ok. I cannot truly relate to anybody, and no one can relate to me. It's really hard for us to find common ground. Especially if you live a boring, ordinary, meaningless and purposeless life. If you don't dream. If you don't strive. If you don't bleed or can't let out a tear. It's not because of Leo, I swear. But from a distance, I find most people to be kind of retarded. Lost. Crazy. Cruel. Twisted. Deceptive. And they're giving their best to hide or mask that fact. Distract themselves from it. Avoid that shame. That guilt. That bottomless pit. It's a full time job.

Abundance. Clarity. Peace. Yum.

Taking a short pause with music. Playing the guitar, loving it, but not composing anything seriously. I'm focused almost exclusively on money and fitness right now.

New routine should look something like this: 8hrs sleep, 30min meditation, 30min stretching, 1hr cooking, 9hr work, 1hr gym, and the rest is free time.

Lifting heavy but not with my ego. If I can lift it more than 8 times in a row, it's too light. If I can't lift it at least 7 times in a row, it's too heavy.

If you behave, I might throw you a picture of one of my meals, or even, an entire recipe to one of my magnificent dishes. Patience. For now, I'll throw some basic ingredients at you... Eggs. Of course. Lots of eggs. Tons of meat. White, red, crispy, bloody. All kinds. And some fish too, of course. Pasta. So much pasta. Bread. Cheese. All kinds of awesome cheese. Avocado. I know you love that one. Potato. Spinach. Zucchini. Capsicum. Tomato. Onions. Garlic. Ginger. Basic spices. Lemons. Mandarines. Bananas. Shit ton of bananas. Apples. Blueberries. And fucking pistachio, of course. Cookies, brownies, ice coffee and chocolate milk.

Protein good! Protein more!

The gym I picked is a dream too. Open 24/7, swimming pool and all. And it's basically for free, that's how cheap it is.

I'm gonna have to eat every goddamn chicken in this country. Time to bulk up. 3 months, 10kgs, easily.

Alright. New routine. New groove. Let's do this.

Sure, identity is an illusion, especially if you never had what it takes to form one.

And this character... is like a lead melody in a grand symphony of God.

It's quite literally the same process as when I'm making music. It's just a different realm. This life... is my greatest work of art.

Jk I'm terrified of messing this up last minute.

It's truly unbelievable. But I have zero things left to figure out, and, like, two and a half to carry out. There is nothing I am unclear about. Everything makes perfect sense. But I do feel resistance. I do feel the pull and the gravity of my old life. My old ways. It's just that none of it stands a chance. I cannot be stopped. Only God can take this away from me, but why would he, when it's quite literally what I was made for. This... is fucking it. I have made this game my bitch.