Screaming flesh haunts my world,
simply because it’s there, acknowledging an existence beyond itself as superior to its own, knocking at the door that leads to another dimension. Cutting edges, metal on flesh, attempt to mitigate the costs of consciousness, lessen the burden of personality, delete all memory by re-booting, gamble that dying from one world is being born into another. I just try to stay one step ahead of the forces that would consume me, my self. Self is the main cause of selfishness, the main obstacle to love. Lose your self and find the path; the path of righteousness leads toward the light.
streaming consciousness... 
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