Getting Freaky With It

[samijiben]

I am going to go into great depth of explanation here, so bare with me if you must. First of all, that you find yourself reading these very words is a twisted mystery that, somehow, we BOTH find ourselves in... So, let's get weird and intimate on this white page of black letters and whatever universe you have the audacity to imagine into existence, Dear Sir and or Ma'am that is presumably READING THESE WORDS!

 

Lol, that preamble actually has NOT to do with the subject that is the intention of my communication — but I had to get it off my chest — I am not just talking about another part of my life that will ultimately drown out in the coming seconds to be replaced by another one...

 

This is a pretty big Finding relating the source of attraction and the subsequent investigation into just WHAT that might entail or lead to, Inshallah...

It is just that,.. uhhhgghh, I WANT YOU — BAD!

The human desire for "the other" or Another is primordial, like having to use the washroom or sticking your finger in your anus.. So, it isn't SUCH a mystery that we actively (but mostly unconsciously) crave and seek out human connection, because we can just blame it on biology.

But this is fucking crucial... this cannot be overlooked. I am on the verge of an incredible epiphany that may just mend the wound between God and humankind, but it requires getting a solid grasp of what Attraction Really IS and WHY and etc..

I'm really getting deep into this. I see no way back at this point. I no longer know what I am asking, if I ever had a question, or that something exists instead of nothing at all, left without meaning, here in this mirage of many sorts where the end is never in sight but fully incarnate as the Totality of Vision Itself.

I am not talking about a theory or practice of getting somewhere. I am talking about that which is talking about that which is being talked about. Fuck you, grammar. No one is gonna ruin this party.

The point is that you mean so much to me, baby. This is a love letter. Do you get it? Do you fucking get it?

Oh, what a joke! I made this love letter just for You. I hope it didn't fall into the wrong hands. For all I know, it could Be BEING read by an evil man or witch of a woman who has malicious, antagonistic intententions and wants to bring about my destruction... fuck you!

Nah, seriously, though, peace and love, I hope You make it out alive, and I'll see you on the OTHER END/SIDE where All is Good and Happiness is Eternal Ever After.

Oh, and also, take out the fucking trash, don't forget to PAY OUR TAXES, ARGHHH WHEN DOES IT END!

That's right. Do you really think you were going to ride off into the sunset without getting derailed once again by the blunt spearhead of corruption at large? Fool you are! Face me now! What have you been up to, Sweetie?

Do you see how sick and twisted this is?

Then again, some people pay money to see a drama. On Broadway, there are paid actors who do this shit to entertain people on purpose. So would it really be out of the cards to suggest that THIS is a Show of the Century, an Epic Theatre of Clashing Concepts and Stuff that EXISTS! YES! RIGHT HERE! FUCKING AMAZING......