Hedges

I have the most incredible girlfriend in the world, she's so good to me and i could'nt be without her. She means more to me than she could know. I really am lucky :-D I have the best collection of t-shirts ever!
I'm quite sarcastic and abusive, but you shouldn't take what I say so seriously, calm yourselves! Haha!
Another un-replenishing slumber…these dreams continue. Bringing a contradictory message. Slowly changing your thought patterns. Rearranging your mind. Yet, this time its different, confused – undisciplined! They are of the same origin – this you can somehow feel how and why is unclear.. intense is the stench of the paranoia within. Sickened to your core. Leaving your senses numb in parallel fearing sleep – it will happen once again, the ongoing dissolution of your sanity. Thoughts that aren’t your own rage inside your head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess…a hierarchy broken. Disordered they wander. Without purpose… reason… method not in body.. but in mind – a blueprint of mental ambiguity. Fallen, their sovereign – the flawless one, minions of the fallen. Once easily controlled – weak of will, strong of mind chosen for the telekinetic qualities they possess. Helping to cure man… to mend all that is flawed cultivated in clandestine. Groomed for the chores that lay ahead. It is a noble pursuit to heal the sick… yet not of an ailment they would desire to keep: their own singularity… left without guidance to pave a now disordered path. Minds scarred by the pursuit of absolute perfection. Moulded by the environment in which was so pure, previously free to sculpt others in their own glorious image, under the watchful and ever present masters gaze. Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the countless blemished psyche. Maintaining a balance. A cure for the ailing ”…they must be changed for the good of all..” independence of mind is an unacceptable outcome. Is it not perfect, not pure, a pursuit neither good nor evil… no more with his falling, all guidance is lost, the fallen one, so convinced: determined to repair what has been eternally flawed: the human race. Conquered by the defect of his own mortality. Unguided… untamed… unstoppable… one thought with an infinity of voices no balance in the human form. Stopped this will return us to zero… when it is finished. How are we to continue? For we will be only one – the same mind in a multitude of bodies.
Erratically abducted with no method of selection. Each time unique in method, yet the outcome is always the same: to begin a life with changed potential. What an endowment of enormity it is to be forgiven of a wasted past… no single being could relinquish such an opportunity? A slate wiped clean. Passed indiscretions forgotten, a new canvas to soil. The originator of the legacy unknown, it is assumed they were the initial recipient of their brilliant creation. Only a personal chronicle remains. Leaving questions unfulfilled: writings alluding to a distressed yet brilliant mind… one frustrated by the limitations of one lifetime. Age, gender and origin remain unidentified / irrelevant by self admission, not troubled by ego needs, only by our deficient learning process. Trying to undo a culture of misinformation and lethargy. Helping to re-direct recipients away from a misguided path. Letting the mortal live two lives instead of one. Those seized will unlearn, left with but a task, one that they will relish with the new life they have before them as a burden they were unaware of is removed. A task to make two old canvases new once again. Sharing the re-birth, continuing the effect. It is simple process: life reassignment… hypnotic techniques never before seen disrupting the natural chemical balance within the brain: possibly always there for such an action to be chosen? Erasing the past, creating a future… Years wasted are removed, as all menial traces of their previous life will be erased. Awakening will leave them renewed. Innocent once more… ready to pass on the gift to two more. Continuing the cycle.