To give what you feel

Is to give clarity. Clarity is good. Practice clarity.

I've become a very open being lately.

I am sharing what I am with everything. All that I feel. I am sometimes becoming too honest, but I have become very interested in the Self. I am the Self. You are. The Universe is the Self. We all share and interact in a large, beautiful, Synergistic system. We're lovely. There would be world peace if we all sunk into the highest forms of ourselves possible. The Earth is not there, though. It requires to be uneven create some sort of mind. Some sort of operation, processes of thought, individual consciousness. To all be at peace and in our divine selves would to be

Jackie Butt

We spoke about dreams. Jackie has giant worms. We talked about how our dreams our really our spiritual being are passing through other universal planes, landing somewhere else and behaving in its realm. And it's the realm of the subconscious communicating to you and to millions of separate spirits and consciousnesses. It brings back as much information and wisdom as it can, but the soul body is not always as strong as its physical. She cannot sustain as much energy.

We found that we both cycle through deep phases of slowness. Buried hibernation. It's scary. We share the common feeling of such a low space in time of just low and seeping energy.

I feel awful.

I am so alone. I am dripping from my eyes. Why does everyone look at me through a slut filter? I think they do, anyways. I am not a slut. I've made a lot of mistakes. People have mistaken me, too. No one really know who I am; what is inside of me. Not at all. I am peace and light but only inside of my skin. My feelings come to me so hard and real. They cut me themselves. And so do I. Even Jon is seeing me dirty and wrong. I feel dirty. I am dirty. I am gross. I have decided. I'm scary. I want to sleep so bad. For a couple of days. I am just a puppet to fuck with. I am done hurting so much. Noone knows or cares or understands how I feel, either. I just realized that I may actually like that. No one should know. I need to stop letting people morph me.

I am a human progression of the devil. But not the devil, but slight sin underneath light. Gray darkness. I am dead on Earth in peace and alive in the underworld.

I am at Electric Forest.

I can't even speak.

He rocked their heads off with their beats.

(that was a song about Jack Evans.)



I found Emily Turosgian (rose) today, and her boyfriend, Alex Wunder.

We had stopped time. Paused. Boom. We broke the speed of movement directly in it is processed.



no, we did not.

They are here.

They are all here boy hearts being pulled in exactly four directions. My sprit is being pulled away from each of them, individually. I feel very black. Not one of my darknesses though. But rather, a mix of different colors and substances leading go a shade of black, but not a born black at all. He's playing soma. My body is breaking away but my soul is running. This is very intense and cold and warming and scary and sick and dreadful dreadful deadly loving.

And I want to pee