LIKE MINDED FUCKERS

Hold space: together. Fuck postmodern hashtag self preservation bullshit. Together. Old school.

We need to learn appropriate and direct language when encouraging the conversation no one really wants to have.

Who were you before the world told you who you should be. Look at your scenery and tell me what your hands say about it.

Don't get sick to recover your life. Get sick and learn it. Change it. Live.

If this is how time works.. what would you do with it.

Some what mysterious, fully in existence. Be the moth.

There is no time and nothing to discover out there. Black holes need to be personal first.

Whilst the atoms are laughing, the heart is thinking. A delirious void awaits.

I brought this mirror. You didnt need.

This January.. I'm moving. And, its not house.

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As the frenetic man made economic crash of Christmas and new year approaches, I will be OK...with the alone-ness.

Kindness comes from the soul. It doesn't stem from an endless well of compassion. Check your bandwidth of energy! People who are genuinely kind, will go dark with burn out...eventually. 🔥

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I've always been afraid that great minds were tortured. The art that saved me, failed them.

The Commit-persist Trap...unsolvable problems.

They know...that a broken heart can shatter, that a shattered heart can splinter, but eventually...it can break no more. And in that beautiful morose moment, the broken become unbreakable, unstoppable. They are the fearless. They are the free.

Do not abandon your softness because others are at war with their own.

Let it all fall apart. Let that define who you are.

As we approach the sturgeon moon, I knew where my ashes should blow. I listened to my river and she was singing for forgiveness.

If old fashioned in the new insecure...I'll take it.

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Shakespeare said expectation is the root of all heartbreak. I say, take your heartbreak and get off the train. When you know its not even leaving the station. Stay present and ignore the lure of carnivalesque in sensationalism.

Language is magical. It is a rudimentary form of telepathy. It is my wish that we begin to muster the ability, to more collectively learn to listen, and be silent. Listening for a true, emotive transfer. Until then, I'll keep listening to music.

When your feather don't belong to the mocking birds.

What are you resisting in your life right now. Every 'should' represents a glowing opportunity.

Imagine that these words I give to you, today, in this moment, right now...are your doorway to mystery. Imagine this to be your evolutionary intelligence that rips through your heart and takes root in your one and only true...life.

I become careless. When I'm happy. A bit. I'd rather not know, than regret.

The visible 1% that does not matter. In love, be out of your mind.

As I lie here, looking out of the window, the whole world turned toward me and whispered..you are this. It is was OK.

Let me hurl you into excile and bring you the deepest love. Open your window so I can through my chest bones out of it. I will do the work for you.

How do you know that what you wish to ask is even something you want an answer for. Or is even a question?

Scar tissue will delight in using your body and mind, creating its defenses and making you it's mouthpiece to a war weapon of epic proportions.

I have found a safe place. It was even that difficult.

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Temporary or chronic, no pain needs justification.

A study of contradiction and fire.

Coming from an utter indexical point of self revelation, the penny finally drops. I have been a civil war for too long. The reason I could not end the war, was because I thought the war was in my head. It wasn't. I'm not.

As above, so below. Get on board with chaos. The scars mark the path out of one journey, into a void and out of the dark.

In love, there is no distance. In connection, there is no time.

This week, Like Minded Fuckers turns a year old. Born from the fire of mundane neurotic daily cassino grind commutes, we traverse the vulgarity of beautiful life long observational enlightenment. We make it all OK.

Embrace the sound of victory!

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'She just can't stop big words from falling out of her mouth' Silence through connection. Not disconnection. That's just mean shit.

I had to ask this one question. Why did you go to war. You were just a little child.

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Driving home. I laugh. I suddenly realise that amongst all my life's rebellions...this is biggest rebellion. My civil war feels very far away. In a far away land.

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