4:23 p.m. / November 06, 2006 - -
Souuuul Warrior
I am the Soul Warrior or Warrior of the Soul if you prefer. Enabler of the meek weak beaten and pissed on. My weapons are dancing fingers on a keyboard or vibratory frequencies that resonate down down down until they hit the bottom of your existence the bottom of all things or colours and words scrawled and scribbled onto thin pressed dead trees. I thought I was me, once but I was wrong or anyhow I needed to re-evaluate what ME meant. What I mean. Friends! I am always fighting (or loving but I've come to realize love as a kind of fight, the best kind to ever be engaged in) I fight those who are strong in the convinction that they are right and that all others are therefore WRONNNG. I fight those who would direct your lives our lives as if they were the real puppet masters (they themselves of course, very sure that they are not among the puppets). I fight these people with their own strength because it is not theirs they are just holding it and I take it and send it back into their source. I realize that I do not fight a n y o n e except for myself, while the strong go on thinking that their strength comes from that little ditty they've whipped up called a false sense of control. I am from the past but I was born in the future. Two sides of an ever flipped coin, I am neither here nor there, I am nothing and I am everything, inside of you outside of you you could go on forever...
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