Anthrax here, I just woke up from a six month bender, and I noticed that I scribbled out some mumbo jumbo about income taxes. Well I don’t know where I pulled that out of, but let me tell you something about Mr. Tao and income taxes ok? He doesn’t pay them. At all. It’s pretty easy when you have no income, but that’s another story entirely.

So where have I been? Where have we been? Well, we’ve been busy figuring shit out. The good news? We’re back. With a vengeance. Annnnd we figured some shit out. Expect more work to appear on this website, and expect it to be true to the original vision. This is the only place on the web to come to for the truth. Can’t you tell that from our title?

That’s right, Mr. Tao and his buddies are going to get back into the truth business, so watch out world cuz here comes a new dead baby joke:

What’s sexier than a pile of dead babies?
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NOTHING!

Anthrax out!

Enter the light the space the moment.

Eternal love is light. Our selves are mostly empyt space perceived color; read, matter is a light layer, a filter, a prism of eternal light.

Everyone is on time. They are all doing exactly the lessons they assigned themselves at school. Life gives hope and a purpose to follow our passion. Don’t worry, you can’t avoid your passion. You have never missed a lesson. You’re right on time.

Connecting with people creates an inlet to my heart. By focussing my energy on a relationship, the flow to my heart increases. Be not miskaten, you can throw logs and boulders in there, you can construct damns, you can freeze it into ice or even poison it, but *The Flow No Go Go*. Eternal love is our creation, it is our masterpiece.

Do not work for money when money will so willingly work for you. Your profesion gives you earned income to invest in assets that will pay you income at a lower tax bracket than earned income. Do work for education, do work for growth.

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

am i here now?

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am i here now am i here now am i here now

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yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am

Who do you believe?

Yourself? That’s bullshit.

What do you know that I don’t know? So I’m going to make things simple.

A truck full of consciousness is driving down the highway and it gets hijacked by a devious set of brains looking for cheap thrills. Turns out the brains had been soaking themselves in formaldehyde all day so their driving skills were a little below par. The truck crashes into a tree and the brains get thrown into the back of the truck. Lights and explosions and shit started going off all over the place as some monkeys dropped the fuck out of the tree. The monkeys started dancing with the brains and turned that shit into a dance club. Eventually the monkeys got tired and the brains, sensing weakness ate the each of those motherfucking monkeys in one bite. Then the truck caught on motherfucking FIRE! and those brains burned and burned and burned until there was nothing left. And that is how humans lost their cosmic car keys.

How do I know this?

Because I was there asshole, sad story right?

So don’t give me any of your shit about what you think you know because I know better then that.

I was there. So fuck off.

Baptised in faith. Under the shadowy cross you live and breath before you question yourself for the first time. Then through an oath, you confirm your faith to my church. You will not like to hear this, but your future rests on the choices you have made. You will find out that the past and future exist to compliment eachother. They only exist in your mind, and are identical in naute. They come to close to together that you quesiton what holds them apart. I would tell you, but that’s not in the deal. Before you had even considered the breath of life, you took an oath to follow the guidelines of my church. You wanted a structured life. You’ll get it. Hop skip. I made sure to taint your innocence soon after you were born, and then I got you sign on the line. Hook line and sinker. I’m still reeling you in daddy! You don’t even believe in me any more, but you forgot that I left an early imprint. You even what I told you about your past and your future. Early imprint meas late imprint. There at birth, I am at your death. Let the catma lay hold, but don’t forget the space between.

Over the years I’ve come to realize something, I’m better than every other person I’ve ever met. I’m smarter than them, more attractive than them, wittier than them, and just generally better in every way. Sure there might be some lucky soul out there who’s better than me, but I seriously doubt it. I mean, I’m Anthrax Tao. It doesn’t get any sweeter than that. No offense intended to the rest of you, I’m just stating a fact. So read my shit cuz its the most interesting, definitely more interesting than the crappy shit the rest of these whiney losers keep crapping of out their fingers and onto your eyeballs. Save your brain from word-shit, read me and you’ll never go wrong; try to be like me and you’ll become a better person. These are valuable life lessons.

Anthrax out!