The expansiveness of self relayed to the canvas of this percieved occurence.
I only await the day for the unsealing of all that I am to be painted onto this life.

The sickness a man feels when the managerie of the dwelling he once pursued for so long is destroyed before his very eyes. The love he once felt as he's throwed into the pit of silent torment amidst a seemingly endless winter.

As mere words that he wishes to throw to the walls are but jumbled garbage. Lost amidst the myriad of coding language of life, attempting to decipher and ascertain each coming and each going.  I only wish to depart entirely from whats been played before mine very eyes.

Oh my, my blog is 1100 pageviews strong. I thank you all deeply for taking time out of your day to give my thoughts a little viewing. I appreciate it x3.

"Come perform your civic duty, or go to jail! And have this useless piece of paper as a remindee of how much of your time we wasted!"

Due process my narrow ass.

Shit I write during jury duty.

First day of jury duty, drank a "bang" energy drink. Im starting to feel jittery as hell. Impatient as hell, but time is flying by. My whole denomination feels...justified? Not sure what my thoughts are. Just knowing that life is trying to throw everything I thought about myself out the window.

Not to become some religious nut, but to venture into thw fulfillment of myself. Each day a new step. Letting Him work in my favor, but I still want to just get out. To find an excuse to stel away. Even if its schooling. I want to learn, but... I don't want my supposed knowledge to cause me to not enjoy life. I don't have to be prestigious, just pave my way to do all my heart longs for.

It took love itself to fortify me. To show me that everything I thought I did so heinously wrong, wasn't so terrible to begin with. The negating insanity that occurs when a man is far from himself is beyond a disturbance to just himself. Order itself is broken on a cataclysmic wave.

The basis and source of life, infornation, harmonic thought, and such proceedings are constantly trailing me, leading me, and fulfilling me on this journey. Its interesting to see. Its always been easy. You just gotta learn to chill. Gotta learn how to think for yourself and not let menial structures torment your very essence into a remission of all that you are, in favor for a yoke and chain around thy neck.

Aside from my brain erupting into a volcanic tidal wave of thought provoking imagery, I'm feeling quite fine.

It scares me that so many people follow archtypes and stereotypes throughout their lives. I see it in people's eyes what their most innate longings truly are. Not what they wantvor desire, but what their hearts stretch forth beyond reality for.

We as individual human beings are too colorful and spread out to be labeled and archtyped. It doesnt help that our encompassing media outlets further push these mindsets and the like, on unmindful citizens.

Its difficult to simply accept all of this as such, especially as we continuously label ourselves as a progressive society. The truth is that we have degressed as we rely on such obsolete and falliable technology that doesn't even reap the full potential of harmful, and limited resources all for the sake of profit of those whom are in control of the many falsities of our livelihood.

I find it fun watching this buraeucratic dance of bullshit twirl around in my face as overpaid lawyers tout around misconstruing facts and logic to waste the time of the american people in this broken judicial system. Welp, its 2 minutes before the actual hearing, I hope they prove me wrong.

Its now 2:11, I fell asleep in my seat. Apparently, they couldn't find the defendant. Bitch, these people better take me off their list TONIGHT. Judicial system at work man.

Its so easy to love her, Im always staring at that bright smile and piercing eyes. Those sweet plump cheeks reminisxent of springtime plums. I still trip over the idea that Im in love withthe idea of her...But, I know there will never be a woman like her. Maybe my mind was misconstrued before, but now I can see a little clearer. I wonder if its too late.

Staring at social media all day makes my brain hurt. Everyone portraying a facet of nothingness to appear larger than life. It causes me to give myself many self-reflections to see if all my steps were wring or right. Too many labels and archtypical lifestyles. I guess thats why I love the oxy-moronical moniker "techno-hippie". Peace, love, ingenuity, progress.

I never thought I was free, but theres a sense of freedom in knowinh certain things. But still, I hunger for more. Not for what my eyes can see, but what is already lying in dormant sleep within me.

They were right. Freedom is simply a way of life. A daily practice to bathe in love and sunlight. Music that fits my life always finds its way to my deprived ears. Each passing moment feels like a carefully scripted movie. To most, this would be frightening. But to me, I welcome it. Theres a new sun, a dawn coming forth from its winter hibernation. I love it.

I only wish to stand beside myself in this silver dream.