Nobody

is above the law”
They say.
And I agree. But not when it is with their definition of ‘law’
As observed in the animating cosmos within the Terran biosphere, few things seems to transcend the scientifically defined laws. It happens, although just as in relation to the make belief bullshit laws the inbreds use for oppression, it is very hard to observe or recreate.
But as it animates itself within the physical spectrum I agree.
Which is why anyone who attempts to get in my way with their make belief might have their and their relatives heart’s integrity tested by certain applied strain.
As utilised by earlier mentioned hard to observe deviations in regard to the overlapping laws as observed by intellectually defined science.
They do not even know what the words they use means anymore.

I know one thing about laws though.
They only hold power for as long as you believe in them.
The laws of aerodynamics eluded humanity until the first vagabonds dared defy them.
And it changed the entire infrastructure of humanity in a few decades.
And the previous iteration of the aerodynamic laws were rendered null and obsolete.

So I agree.
Nobody is above the law.
Except aviators. Pilots. Avian individuals.
They are both literally and figuratively above the law.
And when fired at, turned to ‘death from above’.
Having the ‘high ground’.
A superior being.

“Superhuman” stems from the linguistic composition where ‘super’ means above.
“Supernatural” carries the exact same meaning.

I love people who claims such things about the legal make belief.
Usually they look old and weak. No strong heart in them.
They appear like they are going to have a heart attack any moment.
And they look like they will not survive it.
In accordance with scientific law concerning natural homeostasis and biological integrity.
The only laws I care about until I have managed to transcend them.

Hearts shatter quite easily these days.
Because human integrity is more rare than diamonds.

All my work is for the betterment of humanity, without compromising it.
Like the transhumans who transcended the ground with mechanical contraptions.

Although mine is of a more supernatural nature.
If you find yourself in opposition to that, you are a force of entropy.
If you shatter at the interaction with my integrity, that is none of my problems.

Ny

kärlek.
Bättre kärlek.
Någon annan att vara kär i.

Din själ doftar till och med bättre än hennes.
Antar att de ruttnar med åldern.
Och allt hinkat kaffe.

Så få som kan behålla ungdomens hurtigtrams till ålderns höst.
De flesta ruttnar bort och dör innan de ens tagit sig dit.
Det är därför de ser så ut på utsidan.

Var och en skriker de efter kärlekens ömma värme.
Men när de får den så duger det inte.
För de föredrar döda ting.

Men inte du.
Du sitter tyst i reflektionen.
Känner världen runt omkring deras oljud.

Jag älskar dig istället.
Jag väljer att älska dig istället.
Förr eller senare ger hjärnan med sig.

Och hon försvinner från mitt minne och mina tankar.
Det är enklare att älska de som är vackra.
Så jag väljer. Väljer dig medvetet.

Som asexuell är du ändå bara ansiktet på mina hjältar.
Och den andra gamla kärringen är dags att pensionera nu.
Hon har gjort sitt och har inte längre något att berika mitt liv med.

En dag så kanske vi ses i verkligheten.
Jag har aldrig sett eller träffat dig än.
Men jag känner dig från framtiden.
Du är här men ändå där i tiden.
Ekandes bakåt på spiralen.
Eskalerande symbolik.
Förr eller senare.
Som alltid.

People

be like:
So, you are a Christian?
And I be like: No.
And they go: But you believe in God?
And I respond: No.
They stutter: What?
And I say, with the greatest certainty in life: I know “God”. It is my best friend, because it gave me the gift of life. The greatest gift I have ever been given. Ever. In whatever existence is. Whatever eternal infinity of nothingness and everything that is really is and are, were and will be.
Confusingly they wonder: But does that not make you religious?
Before I respond I smash my head hard in the table in the attempt to reach their level of mental infancy: “God”, or “Nature”, or “Life”, or “Consciousness”, or “The Universe”, or “whateverthefuck” is bigger than religion to me. Much much much much bigger. Because all of them exists because of it. If a person does not get it, they are as good as dead already. Such a miserable state of life. Not even realising life flashing before their very eyes in every given moment of life. Every second. Every moment. Even here. Right now. Exactly here where you have your eyes right now. Life passes you by before you die they say. If you do not see it, you are already dead.
They: ….
And I conclude: Religion is just a fashion. Mental clothing. A special hat. Special words. Special behaviour. It is as legit as anything else. But you cannot contain everything in something. If you believe that, you are either tremendously stupid or even more tremendously stupid. To me they, religions or other paradigms, are just another one of God’s flowers. Hence why I respect them all for what they are. “God” is great. So great that nobody can really fathom how great it is. No religion or science know why we are here right now. Why you can read these words right now. What all of this is. Why this planet seem to be. Why we float around in time and space and just happen to be so that we can experience this. Nothing knows that, I know because I have studied most of them. But the more I studied, the more I found “God” to be everywhere. At all places at once. In all schools and paradigms, sciences and religions at once. No character, no personality, no judgement. It just allows life as the greatest gift given ever. The chance to wonder whatever the fuck life actually is and are, were and will be.

It is

that mind-numbing confusion that comes with being awake.
When all the zombies are.
Thoughts that are not your own.
Desires that are not your own.
The cancer screaming “I am right, I am right!”
Even though they refuse to explain it properly.
The fatties screaming “It is mine, it is mine!”
Even though they already have more than they can shove their fat faces.
The losers screaming “I am so depressed, so depressed!”
Even though they rarely have any real reason to be.
I just observe them.

There is this strategy; kill by kindness.
Feed your enemy to death.
These ones does it themselves.
All you have to do is watch.
If you tell them that, they eat more.

It almost got me.
That fucked up insanity.
Damn it was close.
Almost killed my kid.
Never again.

I hold mine close.
And watch all the fat fucks who cannot.
Slowly give in. Slowly give up.
No raging against the dying of the light in them.
They put it out themselves instead.

Then they complain over cancer.
Over whatever they get.
I do not give a fuck.
They are just noise.
And I like silence.

They be gone soon.
Because they have no real interest in the future.
They only want more.
Money.
Stuff.
Food.
Fat.

But never more life.
Disgusting.

If you are not one of those, regardless of appearance,
then you earn my respect.
It might not be much to the world at whole..
but you can take pride knowing you earned it for real.
As I try to keep it authentic. (“Real” to ‘gangstas’)