Victory Belongs To The Most Preserving

I hate pisces, I hate retards, I hate owing shit when I'm already down on luck as it is. I hate bitches, I hate snakes, I hate downtrodden conditions I need to get out of for my sake. I hate the lifeless, I hate the bitches, I hate the fucker, I'm about to rape all these hoes if I have to go down. That's real enough for me. Strychnine in your system. Don't ever take me that far, because I have my own humanity and need my dignity. My love for those who deserve it strengthens my being, not towards the ones who have no compassion and just turn the other cheek ignoring the children who cry and die. We are that waist deep in what we live in. While the rest handle their cards across time without a single care in the world for those breathes that need to continue in happiness or be therefore out of suffering. I am the Libran that yearns justice.


Don't ever think you'll get close enough to know who I really am. You may have spoken to me then, and thought you knew me well enough, but I am more than you can imagine. Your stench is crawling with atrociousness, and it makes me puke to my stomache inside, gut wrenchingly and someone just needs to slap the taste out of your mouth. Elevate my company as I elevate my reality and my innate ability to sky rocket off the bullshit that is on this earth. Victory belongs to the most preserving. You disgusting fuck. I hope I don't meet another like you. I've met many of you already. You're the faces that lunge falsehood, deal with the petty, fuck up with the needy or underdog, but one day, you'll be living your life thinking you're fine, and BOOM. You're gone. I am the shadows hidden that light cannot even shine upon, existing forever. I'll claim my immortality and forever exist to accumulate knowledge over the eons. Don't ever name yourself after me. What I'll show through my stories are your lies and lies alike your lies so the disgusted like me can never turn to them and if they even eye them, they'll strike you down.

Those emotions you bear, they only have as much meaning as the story behind them. People mold to so many different realities, I am in the intuitive aptitude to see all I need to see, many many choices, many factors, many ambitions, to claim only one that declares all of our nature if we were true to ourselves and didn't fuck ourselves over. And create a merging ability of left and right as one piece of the entire puzzle.

tunneling shadow into the openings of the world.

To only observe and having an ounce of jealousy would never mean much because by comparison in encounters of the higher meanings and evolution of others they connect to me juxtaposing the animosity that formerly was, others who were equally if not more smart; the insights into the minds and experiences that delved higher than possible than those my age at the moment that I see myself as lacking behind. Etch this as mental masturbation; but only for my reflection and perhaps the dosage of abstract thought that serves me well and the implementation of my reality that circulates into something applicable that I need to set towards and live in that's of use to me I scribe this for.

Be proud but never ashamed if you strived hard enough, because if you were only idle; damn will you not preserve yourself in the righteous fashion that leads to immortality. What will happen to all that you knew here and now, if you compare it to the future that leads to the victory, it will it not mean much unless you except your mortality because you saw it as fulfilling, they pale to the future because they are not forever, can you aim to last longer and see yourself 300 years still alive and kickin' the shit to say damn; that was 270 years ago I put myself on track to be here longer than the others and still have things matter to me because "I AM STILL ALIVE, I SURVIVED, I AM STILL HERE!"? This is what it means to strive to be an IMMORTAL, to live longer, to stand against the test of time and nature that says you can't live forever. Time serves us all one way or another. I'm here to go into Bioengineering and make contact with the immortalist institute and all those who reach to become transhumanistic. It will mean so much if you knew how to organize your information similar to informatics, the value of an education is knowing what to do with your knowledge to have an end goal in mind and that myself I will seek.


Everyone has their own milestone. Don't hurt yourself unless you're sure you can progress further and stronger than ever before.

This is where Hing and Gabriel merges, Hing is the guy who always knew his world but could never lift the veil to serve himself rightfully and was always too nice enough to be stomped on or too unsure to create action, while Gabriel faces the world and implements theory and insight into reality to lead him where he needs to be. Hing is the child that grew from all the mistakes and is still held by Gabriel. But Gabriel needs to hold onto Hing because Gabriel needs to nurture the inner child. (Gosh that sounded so fruity....) Is this an identity crisis? If crisis means psychological symbiotic harmony that equates to a larger abstraction that brings peace, solace, and all that can be that is well, crisis can hold me hostage forever.


When you grow older, there seems to be those who are unstable and will always betray you or will never mean much as a person because they AW w/o much substance to give to the world but minor entertainment (a la Paris Hilton), we have a lot of Paris' in this world. They constantly get fucked by the OBs, and they don't mean much in the end, because we only value them for their mindlessness and sex appeal to replication and beauty. I scoff in a enjoyful light and every dream I have at night it seems I can hop reality and partake emerging to that reality that I slept towards leaving the world I'm in now currently behind. I don't know how I weaved those two subject matters together but they are plagueing me so I did so accordingly. Every dream I have had within the last 2 months seems to be becoming more real, as if I breathe alive in THEM. I'm walking in the environment itself. From schools (alternative versions to Gatewood elementary to a mix of Whitman/Nathan Hale/Madison, locations named after all these silly white boys) to a load of weird shit.

The world is capitalism; and it's showbiz. It's how you present yourself and what you offer of value. My friend tonight said when you're born into the world; you already have and are in debt to it. Without the world, you wouldn't be here. It is the physical earth and your ancestors that brought you here; and perhaps God (as my friend would say it because he only believes him to be an imaginary being). Those who fought in the wars before you were born for whatever different reasons, consciously or subconsciously, fought so in regards that led you to here. It created nations and all the tracings that lead to the world of now and today that you exist in, especially if you know about the true butterfly effect. You owe the world of the old in some way, but I said to him, you can't owe the world of today though, you don't owe these people shit; the people that fuck your life, the people that shit on you, the people that diss you. But it can all be worth it if you can turn those energies that were against you to work FOR you. Deflect them like you would a punch in a Wing Chun application technique or a Xing Yi Quan Pi Quan. However, it would be easier if you created value of yourself; offered yourself to the world while still in preservation; it may seem paradoxical but you can give the world something without slutting yourself to death or to low means.


Take a look at the conquerors, the writers, the successful bits out there; they put in their time; their love, passion, dedication that still holds integrity and long lasting meaning. More than slutting yourself to useless hoes for a temporary satisfaction or a lower classification that demeans your identity in some retarded ass way.




I grew to know alot of this like any boy that was raised without a father would; you look to your best friends, your former friends, your life, your public teachers (Mystery, Style, Elementary/Middle/High school, etc.) any where you can look to learn. Despite it being a lost feeling or a void in my life that my father is absent as a person and a loving parent, I cope. More so; a mom who's here but not a mom; conventionally. This is like Jeremiah (the show) and Firefly; we're in this together for the long haul whether we know it or not. A beautiful chain of causality where physical reality and humans conjugate to some point that dominoes to the end result.


I feel this is a sufficient blog to post eh?

Oh; I forgot to add one last concept in this post; When I go out now into the field; I will view myself as the older more wiser self if possible from the future; the guy in his 70s but still immortal and yet viewing everyone as a shitbag old ppl of bones and even the young gals and pretty little bitches, I will envision them as old hags that lost their beauty and what will they ever truly mean as real people; and what else do they have going for them aside the value in looks, physical youth and a want for sex. I will view past that. I will be past that.

And I would post other shit, but I can't even think of it right now; it's 6am and I'm tired. fuck........