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Sunday, December 13, 2015




i'm in my zone when i'm alone





what i'm learning from friends is that they eat dumb shit, do dumb shit, and then repeat the cycle
what i learned from going to parties is the moments i remember most is when i would give myself a moment to go outside with no one else









the rough sea / stretching out towards Sado / the Milky Way "
HanShan






i've been spending most of my free time in my room, only leaving for food in the kitchen








doesn't matter how intelligent you might be, the mind needs to be stretched and not by jerking yourself off with your monotonous thoughts, but by reading others and having experience









my father's side has ulcers and alzheimers, my mother's side cancers and migraines, i'm fucked








half a ghost, you're there but i don't really see you






my other friend has been using heroin for at least a year now, probably longer, he matches the bill looks just like a heroin user







my friend was talking about how he experienced anxiety one time, i thought 'one time ?! ' jesus it's daily at this point, maybe hourly





life's always been shit, i'm just used to it at this point

it'll get worse though, and then i'll die






sepehr and zakaj are a mix of moron and intellectual, spouting bullshit constantly with little review of what they're saying
they don't listen, just talk talk talk way too much
since i got to the 7thzenpatriarch blog i didn't like either of them, i guess because they don't review their lives, how much time can you have when you're married ?
zakaj has a guru, what a lame ass, he can't even see the guy is a fake

i mean the two are better than the average, but when you wish for "normative ethics" how much better than the normal can you be ? sepehr doesn't care about enlightenment, what the fuck is he doing then

andrew moderating his blog, i don't know what to think about that since in the past he's criticized people for doing just that
i can understand it being tough for him, especially zakaj and sepehr writing essays on nothing too important
yeah so they don't think he's authentic, so really they're just messing with his time

f u c k i n g  m o r o n s the two of them



** because this blog is fun, and your writings are fun and interesting **  is zakaj's comment

pretty much shows that zakaj is messing around
i wouldn't say i have fun on the 7th zen patriarch blog
i have been laughing recently with all of this






anxiety is going down thanks to lithium carbonate







some people like to consume so much alcohol they forget the whole night, or accomplish the same thing by combining alcohol and prescription meds like xanax, my question is 'what is the point ?'
every time i ask no one seems to have an answer

when i was younger playing xbox this older guy was saying he needed to take a smoke break so bad, i asked why, he said it was to relieve stress, we asked if his source of stress was needing to take smoke break, he just got angry at the question




new mexico's jemez mountains





i want to write too, but i feel that i can only write retarded stuff about myself, i want to write about others too







i had some bread stuff yesterday, i feel like my thinking is slower






andrew yells to the universe

 i will never die, others may but i never will !






"Why should Infinity matter to me if there is no greater fruit to it?"
what does this say about sepehr ?






lately i've been inviting people to post on the 7thzenpatriarch blog, and so far no one has posted ! i don't know what they're so scared about, but it's the same thing for andrew, he invites people to post and they just don't

19 comments:

  1. people want to get fucked up and ferget about their shitty lives

    why don't you write about sepehr and zakaj

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    1. Seemed like they were trying to break him

      Sepehr and Zakaj were raining blows on him until he said "ENOUGH!"

      He couldn't take it anymore

      He's like that story about that man and two flies

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    2. I don't know much philosophy but it seems like a game people play, what with all it's rules and what now.

      Things can't be a certain way, things are a certain way.

      Trying to keep things in boundaries when the reality these boundaries must be broken.

      Reality didn't fit into rules before or during its inception, right?

      .

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    3. Why do you think Andrew treats us kindly and them not so much ?

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    4. something about listening/taking onboard what he says

      not pushing bullshit

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    5. They're kings of pushing bullshit

      Idk the story about the man and flies

      Yeah the boundaries have to be broken , we weren't born with a set of rules



      Where were you Andrew talking about being careful with your writing ?

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  2. The flies are angry bits of life;
    why are they so angry?
    it seems they want more,
    it seems almost as if they
    are angry
    that they are flies;
    it is not my fault;
    I sit in the room
    with them
    and they taunt me
    with their agony;
    it is as if they were
    loose chunks of soul
    left out of somewhere;
    I try to read a paper
    but they will not let me
    be;
    one seems to go in half-circles
    high along the wall,
    throwing a miserable sound
    upon my head;
    the other one, the smaller one
    stays near and teases my hand,
    saying nothing,
    rising, dropping
    crawling near;
    what god puts these
    lost things upon me?
    other men suffer dictates of
    empire, tragic love…
    I suffer
    insects…
    I wave at the little one
    which only seems to revive
    his impulse to challenge:
    he circles swifter,
    nearer, even making
    a fly-sound,
    and one above
    catching a sense of the new
    whirling, he too, in excitement,
    speeds his flight,
    drops down suddenly
    in a cuff of noise
    and they join
    in circling my hand,
    strumming the base
    of the lampshade
    until some man-thing
    in me
    will take no more
    unholiness
    and I strike
    with the rolled-up-paper -
    missing! -
    striking,
    striking,
    they break in discord,
    some message lost between them,
    and I get the big one
    first, and he kicks on his back
    flicking his legs
    like an angry whore,
    and I come down again
    with my paper club
    and he is a smear
    of fly-ugliness;
    the little one circles high
    now, quiet and swift,
    almost invisible;
    he does not come near
    my hand again;
    he is tamed and
    inaccessible; I leave
    him be, he leaves me
    be;
    the paper, of course,
    is ruined;
    something has happened,
    something has soiled my
    day,
    sometimes it does not
    take man
    or a woman,
    only something alive;
    I sit and watch
    the small one;
    we are woven together
    in the air
    and the living;
    it is late
    for both of us.

    Your last sentence confuses me. I was writing some suicidal posts or something I guess. No biggie.

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  3. reading others then having your own thoughts and insights about what you read

    still jerking off, no?

    or say you're always jerking off to your thoughts and getting nowhere, stagnating. then you read something else, something new and exciting, but in the ends it's just a another way of jerking off, a new way.



    piecing together the canopy

    a perfect way to jerk off

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    1. is this new or am i always jerking off

      is it always old and never new

      or always new and never old

      or ?

      what is it ?

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    2. I guess I read your stuff and stretched my mind or whatever.

      He he he !

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    3. it's a constant jerk off with me

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    4. idk dude you're probably right about having new experiences and thoughts on the matter, didn't mean to put your down or anything.

      i was just expressing my current problem i've been stuck with, thinking there's nothing to do and refusing to move from there, trying to stop every new insight from forming, thinking that it's pointless to do that.

      but i've been reading some hakuin and he discussed my predicament where people don't want to do anything but silent sitting in some dark cave and where people start having problems with every minor thing that comes up for them.

      i was feeling kinda wired when i wrote that too. had a troubling experience and it got me uptight and heated, it made me feel explosive! i think that experience and your writing made me realize a few things though which i already wrote earlier on this comment.

      it's good to have these ideas and to look at others, instead of always thinking things through in the same way. looking at different angles, getting a different picture. which is basically what you wrote, i think, lol.

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    5. Yeah I'm really for exploring every angle and that involves taking in the thoughts of others, can't just rely on yourself

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    6. I've had that thought since I was young

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    7. well i listened to too much ug krishnamurti until i had enough. what he said was find out for yourself, i can't help you, no one can help you. i listened to him so much i got sick of him, wasn't getting anywhere. i listen to him once and awhile tho.

      also referring to your party bit, they always say "you missed out" when in reality it's the same damn thing they do everytime.

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  4. In the recent past, my day began with the worst dream imaginable. I dreamt I was with a friend watching the grey desolate sky asking what happens after we die. Many people were in the corner watching storm clouds forming. Grey clouds came together in an uncanny fashion and we all looked up. Some people whispered of the coming of Christ or God to save them from their troubles. My own friend disappeared into the fog and haze. Immediately, my vision focused on an abject skull-shaped cloud staring down at us. My perspective zoomed into it and passed its nebulous form into another territory. I heard this voice, "You were already alive before, now you are dead." I saw visions of grandeur oblivion and a destructive refulgence, a white void with no ground. I saw brief flashes of my face and loved ones dissolving into a kind of nothingness. I was told in a repetitious staccato and muffled voice I'm already dead to the point of inexplicable of dread.

    The dream ended with the skull cloud in view once more glaring at me. I woke up sweating and feeling spacey, and it felt like I visited another realm or got a bad omen.

    Infinity absorbs you to the point where everything is nothing; it reduces you to the point where pain no longer is proof of existence. There is no beauty in it.

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    1. do you think there's an afterlife ?


      those cold sweat dreams are never nice, my last one i woke up crying without tears because in the dream my brother was yelling at me


      sepehr maybe i'm just being a toe kissing disciple but it's really crazy how you don't listen to andrew and are able to go on these crazy rants without addressing what andrew is saying


      it's really like you have little self awareness, and like andrew has said it would be a waste because you have a good intelligence


      you should consider starting a blog, it's nice to get your thoughts down somewhere

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