I do not like to think of myself as such an earthling. And neither is my friend, who I will call Horse. If only Horse knew what was inside her, things might be very different. I won't say that she would be surprised. She is intuitive and listens to her thoughts and feelings. But she knows little of Source. I admit, I have kept secrets from her.
More of that later. I have forgotten to mention my second goal here. For you cannot have too many when it comes to nonsensical things such as love and transcendence.
I, Fuckface, have otherworldly goals. They are simply put. In the past I wanted more. But now I want only communication. Let this writing be one more way thoughts leave my head and my computer and be absorbed into the minds of beings from other planets.
Lately I have been mired in the terrestrial habits of a dirty American city. You wouldn't think so by my carefree tone. But I have in fact been letting it get to me for quite some time. I try to be pragmatic and maintain a sense of reality. But this dimension is very unreal. It plays with the senses. And by senses I mean mind, soul, heart.
But I suppose at this stage I would be seizing up wherever I was.
That's because Horse and I have long let outside forces compromise our hopes and dreams. And Horse, if you're reading this, I classify outside forces as much more than dirty cities and brainless english people. That is a simplification we have made too often.
The point is, after living in shellshock for so long we have become paranoid. We can't see clearly anymore. We believe this shit is real but it isn't. It is a mirage of the most dangerous sort.
Only The Imitation Game is real. Nothing, and I mean nothing else matters.
Yours,
Fuckface
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