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My fantasy world. The good thing about fantasies is that you are not harming anyone if you are mindful of what you are doing and do not allow your make-believe to become your reality.

Your Imaginations are like air fresheners that you spray into your mind stimulating creativity.

Unreality is a good thing considering you do not live your life based on it. A dream will not pay bills, and an illusion will not put food and water in your mouth.

Compared to the people of my fantasies. The people of reality are a disappointment which makes me feel uncomfortable around them.

The world that beasts have created has transformed everything into non-sense. So much so that many people desire to get out of it. I can get out of this world without harming myself or anyone else in my make-believe world.

My Fantasy World

In the dark, there is strength. In this strength, the make-believe world is no longer necessary. In this world of black, I caress soft, warm chestnut thighs and know that they are real. The curly hairs that I finger between delicate legs are my knowledge of authenticity.

It is much better to daydream than to wallow in self-pity and anger. My illusion has the purity of not having beasts contaminating and degrading it. A beast-free reality is how the world was six thousand years ago and will be so again in the future.

The good thing about fantasies is that they are not finite, lasting long after physical life within the electrical charges infinitely. The world of black keeps me from losing my senses as there is a way out of this suffocating white noise.

I am the one who defines myself. I am the one who must live with myself. I choose not to be influenced by newcomers that have polluted the world and its people with white rubbish.

The good thing about fantasies is that they are all mine, and as such, I will take black by the hands and lavish in our world.

The Fundamentals of being alone and lonely is not a very appealing situation to find oneself in, but for some people, this is the best place for them to be regardless of how awkward and distressing it may be.

You see there are those among us who are not compatible with anyone. Despite their good intentions this type of person always reduces well-meaning into a pile of rubble for themselves and for the person with whom they have become involved.

The days are protracted, and the nights are even more lengthy for the hopelessly forlorn, and they deserve it because they willingly and unwillingly make life a disaster area for someone else.

These people do not mean to fill another person’s life with adversity and misadventure, they simply cannot help themselves because they are endowed with the tragic nature of the weak mind.

This is the mind that means well but always does wrong and the mind that thinks but does not investigate and dissect.

Tears are running from the eyes of the lonely. The lonesome exists within a world isolated unto itself and even within that world, there is a heart-rendering solitude. And they deserve it because they have hurt and harmed by design and unwittingly.

Sympathy and compassion are not due to them, and all their life memories make them shutter with anguish and grief because of the things that they have said and done.

In isolation and solitude, the lonely abide, and in seclusion and separation the lonely die with no one to grieve for them as they are deserving of indifference. The worms abhor them, and the stench of their decaying flesh is a pleasant-smelling aroma to the gods and goddesses of horror.

The nights are sleepless, and the daylight is filled with darkness for those who are alone and lonely, and they deserve it because they have been a waste of time for the composition of cosmic matter that created them.

The clock has stopped ticking a long time ago but the lonely refuses to evaporate, and not because of some strong will to live but because the dead has never been alive. In death, we live, and in life, we die, and no one cares because we are no more than a vague shadow that floats on vapors.

The fantasy world that the alone and lonely creates for themselves as a means of companionship gives them some measure of comfort but always there is a void in their lives that make-believe cannot fill.

Millions upon millions of people crush against the lonesome and yet they feel desolate and deserted, forsaken by all, and trampled to quash by many. And it is just and fitting that the remote should feel and be in this predicament because of the contrary things that they have said, though, and done to themselves and to others in their lives.

So, the fundamentals of being alone and lonely are this. Without warning, all dreams will come to an end and in that instant, you will cease to be. Hurray, for light and darkness are no more, and never again will you shed a tear because of a lonely aching heart.

The worms gaze upon you with distaste and disgust but they munch anyway as their job is to sanitize the environment. The stench of your decaying flesh is repugnant beyond revolting and will repel the most nauseating of odors.

Nonetheless, be of a cheerful spirit because eventually, you will be at rest, and those with whom you may have happened to stumble upon are left in peace because you are not there to trouble them.

The Journey. It sounds implausible, but it’s true. There are certainly malicious and self-centered elements within the United States of America; governmental and corporate, that are at war with the citizens of this nation and other people in the world.

The goal of these troublesome varmints is to reduce what they consider to be the trash beneath their feet into mindless, obedient, puppets. Fortunately, the victory is not theirs. The painful knots on the head belong to them if we become mindful of what they are surreptitiously and in-your-face doing to us.

They distract us from contending with them by entertaining us and by causing heartaches and troubles where there would be none if it were not for their inciting.

We know who these noxious people are because they smile on our faces every day as they are poisoning our food, water, land, and air and genetically modifying us into whatever happens to develop by constantly bombarding us with harmful light, sound, microwave, and radio frequencies.

These smelly dog puddles are so self-satisfied that they earnestly believe that the average Becky is too stupid to distinguish the difference between “Mary had a little lamb,” and brown water running from her kitchen faucet.

The present world system is grafted upon lies and sustained by even more lies. So, how many lies can a structure support before it starts falling apart? The fool and his or her warped head are soon departed and what will arise in their place may be better, or it may be worse.

But whatever it is the people of the world and its land, its water, its air, and the animals desperately and deservedly need for them to fall and fall horrifically.

Force the governments and the corporations to release the cures for natural and human-engineered diseases and viruses that they claim that they do not have a cure for.

We should have ceased driving on tarmacs and tires decades ago. Paper money and the banking system are a fool’s paradise that only creates greed and wars. Women should be women, and men should be men. The darker the skin the more in tune with the cosmic order of creation.

The present world system is only a fabrication created and manipulated by the deranged and the deluded. A fish should be able to swim without choking to death on human waste products.

Cut down trees only when necessary because they give us the air that we need to breathe. And there is so much more we can be doing and should be doing if we take the donkeys by their tails and fling them away into outer whiteness where there are only week-old turtle soup and day-old chopped livers for them to covet.

So, what do you think? Do you really want to continue to be a happy-go-lucky? Be an ardent beer-drinking sports fan. A person seated comfortably and glued to the trivial.

A database hacker who has nothing better to do than to muddle software that works reasonably well, or a force of wonderful destruction and magnificent change. The universe awaits your answer.