Last night, while sipping on my $6 gin and tonic standing in a night club I had just paid $25 to get into, I felt compelled to text to google “define farce.” Later that evening, when I heard a techno song that sampled Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, I was compelled to text to google “define bastardization.” And even later that night, when a drunken hispanic girl told me I had a nice face, I felt good about myself.

It’s been a long time, but login info flashed before my eyes **via** **email** and behold!

Infinite Limbs returns to the HBoT. Keep your third eyes and ears peeled. There’s a lot to catch up on.

For now-
Read the story of Arjuna and Krishna in the chariot.

I might be Kalki, Quetzalcoatl, or just some guy.
Or I might be all three.

We are ALWAYS dreaming, not just when we are asleep.

2223 days left until the end of the Kali Yuga (at the time of this post).

That isn’t really that long. Just sit back and watch it happen.

Isn’t there just something achingly beautiful about life?

I know this has nothing to do with the theme of this blog, but I don’t care. Helo, you are a traitor to your species, and I hate you. Your bleeding heart “crimes against humanity” bullshit has cost the human race everything, and you’re a little bitch. I hope you rot in hell you stupid stupid person.

What to say when you lack inspiration? What to do when you have feelings to express but you don’t know how for fear your words will be misinterpreted due to your outward appearance? When a person judges you from the moment they meet you, they turn you into the person they think you are; even if you are not. It is a frightening phenomenon. To feel misrepresented and powerless to do anything about it. Because if someone has already decided who you are, that’s all they’ll ever see. There is nothing more blinding to the truth than being sure of yourself.