HOLY WAR MINT, FOR YOUR COUGH FOR YOUR COLD.

FOR YOU, TO GET YOU THE MOST UNHOLY, TO GET AT YOU, HOLY GUN, GUNMEN, NUG, NUG, TO GET A HINT, PINK WINK. WHAT? WHO ARE YOU? HOW WILL YOU KNOW? NEVER ENDING BLEED. NEVER ENDING RIDDLE, GIVE ME A FIDDLE, PLAY THIS WAR, THROUGH IT, SURVIVE IT AND AFTER HAVING SEEN IT, WHAT THEN. MINT HOLY WAR. ERASE IT, FORGET IT, LOSE IT, BUT IT NEVER WILL BE FORGOTTEN, STILL AFTER SOMEWHAT YEARS.

When are we at war? Could it be now? Who has declared it? It is a norm that there is war. World without war anywhere would be abnormal. Why is revenge important? Or honor? Respectable, respectability making people destroying some for the sake of honor. I can ask.

Deliberately endanger someone’s health, bring atmosphere of fear and hate, distress, anxiety, hurt, ill, hopelessness. Does harassment change anything?

Back to me, which is the contemporary way of existing, delve in oneself: What is my right to my body, mind and the idea of me, to ideas that I produce? Rights are at the forefront today like we were lacking. Ideas light me up. I go to them to those in my mind, how much they are mine? Yes, idea is about moving, or is it going forward, and I get excited, nourished by them, they equal living. Mouth open, like a little child. I cannot do but realize ideas, they give me strength as they are and change into something other. So, what is me then with ideas, only? When am I and when do my ideas realize into material and should they? When did I begin, the idea of me of creating and having ideas? Because I have begun, I have started in ideas which are hope. I have begun to spread as my ideas progress, my ego has a strong will, it as me wants, demands, pushes me forward. Ambitious could one say, never letting anyone tell I cannot. Makes me want, there is a yearning, probably passion, grabbing, grip to something call mine. But I have to understand that eventually I don’t need much, though I think I have much to give. Do people want utopias or art? How do I learn to share instead of possessing? To possess only is a lonely place, lonely task to guard the belongings, possessions, that are extensions of me.  To get extended otherwise in immaterial way. In a good way to achieve.