funny the means to balance magnetics,
ever felt like your heart has left your body to be organised in a way impossible to your physical self.
Impossible to the senses that determine space, time, being.
The complexities totally beyond your physical vessels computational ability.
how long can that last.
That kind of seperation..
Habitual compulsion to determine logic, make sense.
Alcohol is not the fluid that logic needs to complete the equation of why and how.
Yet it so conveniantly appears to be.
Caffiene is not going to switch on that, yes I can compute that unknown now.
Nicotine, is the new teet.
To wean off or onto.
“yea yea yea because we have to be a consuming baby for the machine”
I do not own my body, there is no ownership.
I am responsible for my body and my energy.
Determiner of place pertaining to final destination regarding private ontological energy.
The only purpose is contributing to the order that equates to sanity knowing there may never be reason.
I do not own my body
[there is no ownership].
Yet I am responsible for my body and my energy.
[determiner of place pertaining to final destination, liable to ontological processing in the refinement of energy]
Energy generated may only contribute to the order that equates to sanity,
Knowing there may never be reason for action or accurance that hinders ones ability, time and space for ontological processing,
tangible to non tangible regulation.
Knowing control of energy regulation through anything classed as a determiner of stasis to thyself, any energy that corrupt a determiner of regulation must never impact what moderates even if that energy becomes seperate.
Attempts to ascertain and subsequent
energy exchanges within any analysis that impacts the sanity of elemental to metaphysical order shall not be granted.
The synchronicity of sanity must be sustained regardless of exposure or occurance.
Regardless of checks and balances.
And so on and so forth.