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Aunty said I’m not pretty enuf

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I’m sorry I am mean, but being nice is cruel.

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My heaven will consist of all the plants and pets I lost. I’ll have enough memory and truth to know and appreciate every being. I’ll live in a really cool treehouse that is quite ungodly. Food can be genetically modified with your mind, so you can taste whatever you want, or a mystery flavor that is attuned to your hearts desire. I also want to leave heaven, cause forever seems scary. But I want to know that my family is ok, more than anything. I don’t understand letting go, when I look at a photo of the Grammys from the 90’s or when I was a little girl with underwear on my head. The nostalgic presence is still there, but it’s gone. The feel is still there, and not here. I can feel that feeling but only from another’s view.

Yet it feels timeless? It makes me want to believe there’s doors through that presence, that somehow connect each essence and knowing to the mainstream-offstream essence of heaven, something that everyone will inevitable realize.

I don’t see why anyone deserves hell when everyone is so dependent on one another. You say Hitler killed millions, yet no one feels the need to bring up the amount of occult practices that were cultivated within Judaic beliefs. Even if it was a different group, and there was confusion on who was to blame, there still were likely observations Hitler and his supporters had based on the actual truth of survival- as the mere stubborn idiocracies that can be created through spiritual beleif without acknowledgement of the natural and inevitable laws of man - and land can lead to a true and final battle with famine- which is arguably much worse than war and coersive practices that further limit one.

Think of it. Would you rather die with your friend? Or would you rather fight for one another’s leg for the next meal? I have no right to ever justify the Holocaust, but stagnation combined with mob mentality, and dire situations can lead to others protecting life, and not art.

Although we steal from the bees and crush the flowers, Mother Nature knows we are just as innocent. She knows the Jew is just as much of a villain as hitler, as a Christian. Yet we are convinced only certain people deserve heaven, never understanding there is no justifiable heaven with only your kings and queens. If anything, heaven is a subliminal hell if you do not allow your fellow man to enter the gates. As the hipocrisy will always bring you down to the philosophy of As above, So below, which can ultimately be transmuted if one another fucks off and stops trying to close the gate

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If I was a king with danger from other nations, I’d just give my enemies all my best people without a fight. The best farmers, artists, mistresses.

Cause, they’d either give my life back, allowing me to be their natural adversary, or take me out of my misery a lot faster as I have no food to eat, no art to see, nor anyone to feel.

And if they didn’t give it back, likely the subconscious guilt whether addressed or not would naturally eat what they thought would always be theirs through unaware projection. No matter the friends or status; as this man would be the only one in the audience to experience his internal treasures.

Pleasure is not painful until you steal from another’s pleasure. Claiming it’s magnificence, yet forgetting that the sun burns.