Surveying the reality present

 Wrote this 2 years ago to the day. August 1, 2012

"Think about this ultimate question, if you could make your own moral proclamation of the will in a word, what the fuck would it be."

"A regulation of thought, where time meets a steaming point - stream of consciousness. When I started asking myself what is consciousness, I became aware of my own physical presence in the universe."

August 1st 2014

MA

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Without getting into specifics, I take charge of my own questions, otherwise how would anyone know what to ask.  That is the makeup of a universal idea.  So, I go after those that pretend to know about the world on some superficial level, which on the surface does not demonstrate very much if - anything at all.

 

You cannot just submit to a science of reasoning, if in actuality, you do not administer choices relevant to.  You see, my own language, my dissertation upon which I volunteer information, should be posed as a scientifically based thought regulation.

 

A regulation of thought, where time meets a steaming point - stream of consciousness.  When I started asking myself what is consciousness, I became aware of my own physical presence in the universe.  Even odder still is the renunciation you get from people who have no idea what the trained eye can replicate.

 

So, I have a gift I offer freely, fairly decently, on a level much my own.  In my most denunciated state.

 

I have a very radical view of consciousness.  A extremity of time.

 

I know where I am going, what I will do to get there, an idea of what I might have experienced along the way, then finally my own ultimate reality.

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Marco Almeida

'Scientifically based thought regulation' gods will unmasked. You're welcome.

~m.

Think about this ultimate question, if you could make your own moral proclamation of the will in a word, what the fuck would it be. Yes, I can reserve the right to use the word fuck, as I choose to, because it enhances scholarly insight. I have a secret lie nobody else knows about. Then shhhh, don't tell anyone.


Would it be Christmas at your house everyday. Would you have chocolate sundaes for breakfast - lunch - dinner.

Here's what mine would be, 1- women everywhere would not have to think about how pretty they must look, then feel, only how beautiful they are without hair, makeup. 2- America would revert it's constitution to the poor mans version of a candy store. 3- My self concept would rival only that of Judas Priest, Billy Idol, Sting, David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, Barrack Obama, Pierre Trudeau, every Oscar winning performance ever, Jim Carey, Russel Crowe, Ryan Gosling's body, Dana Carvey SNL's best actor ever, Phil Hartman SNL's best actor ever x2, The Sawed Off Heads of my loser friends.

Not finished yet, ...Jose Saramago's aesthetic, my own four fathers of DNA Santos, Martins, Almeida, Bastos combined, last but not least Brett "the hitman" Hart.

4- my standards of deviation which were undermined by teachers who wrote me off, I would plant the same seed, only to defeat them... over again.

-5 (follows 4) to those ingrateful retard lawyers from Bridge Brand's corporate welfare plan, thought they could question my character, in place of my own royalty to a just cause. The terminal institution of club med wannabe's working at Earls, Joey's, Moxies whose undergraduate degrees couldn't impress the pope himself if he walked into such establishment. That selfish pig in shit I worked under, Gord Long whose only aim was to make people miserable. I wouldn't fuck myself over nothing, if it meant exposing you for what you are. An exclusive club of assholes.

6- the day I met jesus in my past life, he then ordered me to punch him in the face.

7- I refused to punch Jesus in the face despite my disobedience.

8- power-deprived ego's please hold your applause, because the tables have turned on your own defections, your own fearless ignorance, friends that in the future, with balls the size of strawberries, from which you can run, but you cannot hide to.

9 - I fail to deter function of myself, over to people, that think they know what everybody else does. It's called having an opinion of something our most inner thoughts could possibly never be believed, until you reveal your own exact image. It's called a demiurge. You defer (1) pride to reason, (2) logic to demonstration, (3) forms to models. All of this is what makes your freedom, your own.

^read then reread #8-9, they are the very foundation of pure imagination on my faith to humanity.