a reply to:
JBurns
Chase the dragon of drugs
Chase the dragon of religion
chase the dragon of politics
chase the dragon of the past
chase the dragon of the future
it's just a never ending chase for who or what that perceived as some feeling arose from then craving it desiring it and trying to force it out of
anyone anything and everywhere you can to get it... All those people and things feel nothing for you or ever could as they are empty concepts or
bathrooms where people leave their waste sometimes it's tidy sometimes not. Those feelings etc no matter what is grasped out of those bathrooms was a
personal attachment to some fecal matter one found agreeable.
Not chasing the conceptual toilets around one can wallow in their own feces like a pig happy and content knowing it is that. It may be strange to see
all of that conceptual chasing as wallowing around in feces but perhaps a higher power will smile when you flush and keep leaving you a surprise feces
when you don't only because you've seemed to enjoy wallowing in conceptual filth so much.
It is a first person narrative one of not knowing... then hey life is a giant sewer of a concept running from one conceptual bathroom to another until
we get that feces we like want or desire from it. Realizing that's all it is? Dispassion grows for chasing concepts and feces that seem new bright and
shiny or complaining that it isn't the conceptual feces you remember being fed by a smiling face you trusted at least that was the outward
appearance.
Solitude some people hate it and hey forced to be antisocial in the name of pubic health should be seen as a lesson not a punishment... people already
use to being alone like it and of course shoving a ton of people into the stall of being alone is funny because those "social" have a running delusion
that those that dont want to socialize with them will change who they are and want to hang out with the abhorrent toilet of feces you've never been or
wanted to be a party to... no I dont want you to see if you can sit on my lap and poop all your conceptual filth in a private space too close for any
personal individual comfort like some prisoner trying to climb into bed with you to cuddle and whispers I'm scared that my craving of feces will make
me gay because am going to be in a long run of it... wide eyed irony?
Rome had such a thing already figured the same as this with the cleaning of the stalls and a forum to air all their conceptual poop. Figuring that the
spreading it around would only make them feel more superior knowing it was "nothing" while everyone else wallowed in the conceptual feces whether it
be practical or not.
Lets make up a word because people are realizing it is already an Occam's razor of a toilet, going and coming. Bored is the conceptual issue but the
feces flies without even asking if one is. The social get bored and seek distraction from their feces but carry with them to feces on others... one
would think they'd leave it at home and see others enjoy not having that persons feces aimed at them for once.
Of course it can get scary when people crave that not carrying or at least the cleaning of that feces back to no feces at all, please flush my
conceptual toilets! Sigh just sit where you are until it piles up... and you'll see yourself chasing feces and not just conceptually... say wait this
isn't
my feces! in a big revelation. Passing that on? A gift to the last one that told you...