Cyäegha.

I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know... And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole.Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees, And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead. Age of Clarity, For to be Dawn.The looming presence of our lost, wasted and stoned mentality has careened head long into the spectral. Leaving nothing coursing in the veins we, the great minds of our generation, possess. Nothing but- Nothing but, you see, the potential wasted in boredom. Inspiration lacking is the only true form of boredom minds of our caliber can take. Beyond or below it, is death. One head long journey into the outer atmo's of the spectral, cursing us with a leak to flood our most warranted of thoughts. Clearly, there is only one way to repair the damages. Fixing a hole where the rain gets in… the task to leave me knowing. I now know my mind will never reappraise the steps it takes in this savage journey of our lord.'A prankster God indeed' one would mutter at the reevaluation of mankind, but without an ounce of fear in the tone, We speak it.In this, which we call living, there is only one thing to keep us from ascending. The putrid pungency of the steps taken all around us; It could only result in the shifting of our views after 16 years of surviving in the wallow of God's present swine. By then it was an easy ascension to put forth. What young and worthy mind can't bend and reevaluate itself in love and not fear. A mind to be forgotten, no doubt; No doubt it will be. For to really know life, the definition of living… you must yourself.Whence the age of clarity dawns on the average man, a shift even further into normalcy is required by all aspects of the psyche and ego. Aspirations shift for every being at such a point. The patterns of mediocrity one decides to lace their lives with from then on decides, for most, an early death or insignificant future.We speak it. The one shift of tongue and mentality to render us stricken with a gleeful sense of everything. We speak more than just the it. We are it. Feeling nothing but the potential to be. As our prankster designed it. We will be handed the tools - to make the tools - to come out of this potential mid-ascent. No room for descending in this box. Not now…Full ascent IS an impossible idea. To be on His level is a journey no men could take. Not when every soul on their plain is beneath them, and doubting. Your god is the feeling in you, of all that you are capable of. He will be lost when your potential is reached. So keep reaching. Fuck the words around you- except those that inspire your god. Inspire you to fix your eyes on His level and live knowing you are always there.But nearly alone… because only you and those who grasp this, A true tripper, could be found at your side. The only power we possess is cast into perpetual motion amongst our gods. Amongst ourselves.And decided as lunacy, weakness, and beyond recovery by the mass.I Rule You. ~E.Denn.