shit just got real, the phoenix is dying —- rebirth me



im all registered now.
where’s the ice cream ?
nocturnal summers
in the thick of the storm i remain calm yet stained in the blood. center the chi. ▲PCSM♆ИD center the chi. center the chi.
silence is key.
yet during my most peaceful states im interrupted by the careless mind of a human who values not the air of uncertainty but the carrying of all sorts of chitter that only seems to meet my ear as “blah blah blah blocked!”
in those tragic times should my mind be interrupted by random outbursts such as “wow, there was another flash mob in dc. ‘niceeee’ and this time it was all girls!” i shall shout to top of my lungs again in a calmly manner, “how much fucks about girls and flashmobs do i seem to give this present moment?”
damn.
as soon as my chi is centered it’s fucked over by noise.
meditation trials to resume again tomorrow.
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