You won’t know until you know, or I’ve died trying to achieve an end which is for the greater good, particularly in terms of politics, philosophy, and end to globalised corruption, and the primary concern of helping others- most specifically in the dual circumstances of addiction and mental health- but what I’m finding out is so complex that I’m probably going to have to return to university at once, and now, it kills me to say that I couldn’t even trust the agenda of academic scholars delivering Masters degrees and beyond.
That is concerning.
Regardless:
Bite my star dust, bitches…
Politics and language, with its attempts to pull the wool over our eyes, via the use of misleading terminology, which metaphorically speaking, has been put in place by agents of corruption and sly, secretive sub-contracting related realities, that they think they could throw a Bloodhound off its trail….
Well I’m not just a Bloodhound bred for hunting, I’m also a Whippet with ADHD, and a wolf leading a pack, whilst simultaneously having the stubborn assets of cats, a human brain (even though LOL- am I fuck human really), I’m a living dying star.
As are we all, actually, but I appreciate re at to have accidentally inherited or being tasked with the infinite soul which will not back down.
Watch me.
*if confused, I don’t blame you. Try subscribing to Brian Cox and reading some books, because if you dare to even try and fathom what I’m talking about, you’re going to need to get yourselves qualified.
Brian Cox is a good starting point.
Mind-in-motion 