The Rain And The Wind

So I go down.
Down to the city where we all say its shitty,
And while I'm up,
I stay focused on things to be.
I won't be stopin for nothin.
Truckin along towards my right to be in:
This world.

And what a shame it is.
Shame to be alive and kickin,
Stickin it out,
Pickin you out of a crowd,
Flickerin in my chest:
Goes boom,
Forms a deep crest:
One that can not be filled;
And everything is swallowed,
Into a deep black hole,
Followed by a slap stop.

Immovable object meets an unstoppable force.

For every one who has suffered,
I know your pain will be covered up.
Suck it up, pucker up,
And measure yourself by what you've done.
Spun around in circles,
I am dwindling to a trickle.
Dripping slower than ever,
Attempting to stop,
Because I am a flop.

I feel the pain of humanity,
Nothing we can do,
But sit here and feel blue,
Too many atrocities,
In all of the cities.
Gonna holla at a cutie,
No more savin myself for the right to be,
With the right one,
Because there is no one.

Solid as a rock.
Formin objects from absence of existence,
Spittin it out onto the other side,
Take me for that ride.
You'll see me there,
Just as I was (here),
Used to care,
And I'll be lonely,
Solely empty and without comfort,
Spittin out the same shit,
Over and over and over.

The circle of life keeps spinnin,
And I ain't even trippin,
But I been here before,
God must adore the ignorant bliss,
That we may accomplish:
Lets stomp this.
Start all over.
I got bored with her.
She ain't a freight train,
Don't keep it on the tracks.
Bring the rain down,
And slap her off her feet:
With the wind.
Drown her.
Make her suffer,
Just like we all have.

These wheels need to stop spinnin,
Around and around my head you go.
Playin games and statin terms,
Spreadin germs and smackin my brow.
It hurts real bad,
And it makes me real sad.
Go down to the end with me,
Or meet me on the other side,
Where I'll be waitin,
In the same condition,
And my love from within,
Will be shinin onto you:
Once again.


~theMuzzl3

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Do I Got Enough Gear?

Do I got enough gear:
To last me through one more heart break?

We're about to find out!

Only this time, I have trained myself to accept heart break before it happens.

I can't help but feel bad:
To know that I'm not wanted.

Is it my nature?
Am I deranged?

All I do know is that I've spent my life up to this point:
Only to know that being alone is something that I can't bare.
I tried really hard to stay alone.
Now that I'm old and fat, I realize I will die a virgin.

The spiritual me is comfortable with this...
But the material me has a brain that tells me its not right;
And I feel under accomplished as a man.

Is it that bad?
To die a virgin...
I mean, its not like I didn't have opportunity.

What I dislike about people is the dishonesty that their actions represent.
People do not shed light on why they act a certain way.
Perhaps, it is a silence that is dishonest...
But what I hate the most is when people gather and conspire to one person's lack of knowledge.

Why am I part of this world?
I had a chance to leave it.
Could I possibly find some purpose to serve, that is worthy of me?

These are things that run through my head...
Perhaps others have had the same thoughts, but I don't care.

Every one just needs to be loved...
And unfortunately, sex seems to solve that for most people.

I can't wait until they start "fixing" humans, just like they do cats and dogs.
Cut off the balls and tie the tubes!
Reproducing only continues the contamination of this world.
Unfortunately, I'd rather slay myself than have children...
But it is for the better of the world (and my possible children).
Every one should think like that.
If you don't, then fuck you...
Have kids.
Bring them into this fucked up world...
And have some hope that they'll actually make a positive difference.
The chances are not in your favor.

What this society could use is a collective realization that we perceive no reality.
The chances of that are pretty slim...
I don't gamble...
But I do hope that at least one person can combine with me to reunite my soul.

Each of us are split in half, when we are born.
The other half... is yet to be determined.

You make the choice.
Fuck it.
Make a choice...
And fuck up.
I'll be watching you fuck up.



~theMuzzl3

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Hopeful.

Hopefully my efforts are for something worth while.

Hopefully I will find love.

I have hope!

I will be sure to focus my energy on it.

There is no way that I have been to this point, before.

And I am hopeful.

It is all about her!

She has the answer...

And let me tell you:

SHE IS UP IN THE AIR!

Just like the wind.

Whoever sees this, and gives a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.

However....

I know that my guardian angel is Wind.

This one is up in the wind, and I know it.

She can save me, and every one else.

I can feel it.

I'll put it all on her shoulders, along with mine.

No one else can bare this load of responsibility.

Every moment of being is something that I'd never gamble...

And that is why I am absolutely positive about this answer.


If I could provide one, on my own...

I would.

Sorry, to all of those who would disregard my words.

You must be absolutely lost.


If you had known me for who I am meant to be, you would have accepted me.

Yet you will accept me, in the end...

Despite your paranoia and self-disrespect.


Any one who has questioned me shall be annihilated...

But just enough so that you remain intact and give me some respect for who I am.



~theMuzzl3


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Now, The Answer Is

Do I have any reason to live?
Its not up to me.

I feel like ending this shit.
My mind is too fucked up.
My body is completely fucked up.
I've been exposed to toxicity and it has taken effect upon me.
I know I can be strong and withstand it, but I no longer care for myself.

There has to be some one in particular who can share my story.

I can not go on, being alone.
I do not wish for meaningless company.
I only wish for some one to truthfully care for me.
To every one who has attempted to care for me:
I thank you.
However, I know that you're caring could only go so far.
My requirements is more so of attention and feelings of company.
The only thing that matters is that you'll have my back, when I need you to have it.

I've known fuckers who fucked around.
The best experience I have had is seeing them come around full circle.
To realize what true love feels like and find out what situations they've ruined.

I only care about one person, right now...
And its not myself.
However, I do not know if I can do anything to bring this person to an enlightened path.
I do not feel like I have the power to save this person from this fucked up world.

The thing is, I have strayed from my own path.
I am not like Jesus... but I was.
We all have it within our power to heal others, yet we have not discovered the gift.
Once discovered, it is hard to hold onto.

Beware.
Danger.

Do not play with fire.
No one can know the results of an ongoing experiment.
There is only one key that will cause a glitch in all of existence.
The key must be placed into the correct situation, in order to take effect.
Everything that we will have ever experienced, and will ever witness:
Will be wiped out, completely.
Completely disregard any form of knowledge, that has been or ever will be drawn.
When the page is turned and you experience it first hand... hold onto nothing.
The sooner you let go of your beliefs, the better off you will be.

Use whatever substances you can within this time we have, if it helps you.
Acknowledge what has been hidden from blunt and obvious perception of the world.
However, realize that any thing that is recognized is obviously bogus and false.
The ultimate building block is one single lie.
No matter where you rebuild, it will still be there.
If you replace it with something else, the result will be the same.
No matter where you start, the end point is realizing that the start point was false.

Math, science, and logic are the most 'true' things that we can latch onto.
They're all backed up by the same lie that everything else in our minds is backed up by.

Collective realization is something that defines our world.
What we may experience is limited by our collective definitions of what we live in.

One thing is for sure.
theMuzzl3 is full of shit.
So is Muskrat.
Shit, ESPECIALLY is Muskrat!
If anyone knows him, tell him I typed that shit!
However, if you're worth a shit... tell him to read the rest of this God damned shit.
He may get a kick out of it.
Perhaps, he will even think about some of the shit I have said.

The ultimate mark is the one mark that never happens.
It has been written that this mark will happen...
But when it doesn't happen during the time that it was written to have happened,
Is when the glitch shall become apparent.
Every dimension shall be one with every other.

An alternate reality that is currently hidden from us will become apparent and belligerent.

No being from this current state of parallel existences shall be spared of this event.

I can foresee disaster.
I do not care to see that this current world is fixed.
No one has the power to fix it.
The frightful thing in my eyes is the event that we are too blind to see coming.
If it doesn't happen in our lifetimes, then it shall happen upon each of our individual deaths.

Regardless of what I say, everything means nothing.
Nothing is the key...
For the one who is nothing during all times is the cause of every thing else.

Do not be blinded by what you perceive.
You have complete power over changing any thing that you'd like to change.
The trick is to actually believe in whatever you want...
Then you can do something that is worthy of your energy.
However, that will mean nothing in the long run.
I have done nothing with my self realization because I know it is not worth it.
If you open your eyes to a world beyond what you consciously view:
Then you must realize that the world you do see is one that is either perfect for you,
Or is nothing at all.
I want my perception to be one that influences everything;
Yet is nothing at all.
That is one thing I was unable to do.
However, I may be able to turn it around, and accomplish my goal.

I can forget about myself...
But the trick is to forget every other person in your digital world.
Every one is fake;
And it is all part of the matrix...
Except for you.
You must realize that you are the one who can break through this reality,
And make it worth while (in doing so) by doing nothing at all, once you are in control of every thing.

Each God has attempted to do this.
Our current "absolute" God is an example.
However, it is still a contradiction in terms.
In other words, terms have been stated.
State no terms.
Be a real God...
And then come to me and tell me that you're real;
And prove it within unquestionable terms.
Until then, fuck off...
Because you don't exist...
And neither does any thing that you believe in or think of.




~theMuzzl3


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Trying To Hard

No no don't impress me with your typing!

No don't do that.

Don't fuck up.

See, you're fucking up.

Just type normal.

Thats not bad.

Type what I'm saying.

Thats not bad. You're not that bad of a typer if you can type as fast as I can talk; right now.

i dont even know where the keys are on this thing.

I should probably pee before we go.

I'll pee in here, with the cat in here.



Collective words written at theMuzzl3's house, by Wendy Armitage and:

~theMuzzl3


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Hopeless and Helpless

I can't sleep.
4:20 just passed and I have nothing to smoke.

Insomnia takes over.
Now, after lying in bed for over 2 hours...
I spring up.

Why can I not get her out of my mind?
She clearly told me that we're just friends...
But I still have hope.

I can't help but feeling like I love her.
Yet I do not know what love is.

I am the most deprived man.
Deprived of sexual healing.
However, I've had my chances.
If I could go back, I would have just had fun.
For I am lost.
Loving some one who doesn't return the feelings.
This happened before,
Only last time, I held it back much more.
I am too shy;
And I do not trust people.

By the time I get to know some one,
They have already decided that I'm just a loser.
Before I get to know them, they'd be willing to sleep with me.
I just don't get it.
Why do people just jump into things, spontaneously?
Why do I not?

I've been considering suicide,
For a long time.
However, I know that I am too much of a coward to pull it off.
Plus, I love my family and friends too much.

If I was to die today,
I would feel accomplished.
Funny thing is, my friend said the other day:
"When 2012 comes and you die a virgin, you will be like:
'oh fuck, I didn't even get to fuck'!"
Then, he went on to say that I am brainwashed by the media,
For "not being attracted to fatties".
Maybe so...
But why is it that he drives it into my head that I must have sex with women,
Before I die?

I suppose that every man is born to pass on his genes;
So it is natural to need sex, as a man.
However, my thinking is that more men and women should use their brains.
Not only is the population out of control,
But there is a slew of diseases that you can get.
I'd rather hold onto my spiritual whole...
Something that is lost when you have sex, just to have sex.

I can't deny that I feel love for this one;
But that she does not love me back.
It is typical.
When I have no feelings for women who offer themselves to me,
I do not make an effort to sleep with them.
The reason is that I would like it to be meaningful.
I'd like some one to have my back, before we link up.

However, now I am getting old.
Time has gone by, and all I feel is regret.
Regret for not enjoying myself, when I had opportunity.

All of my friends laugh at me.
That is fine, and dandy.
In fact, I set myself up to be a joke.
The laughing matter is me, and I enjoy it;
But right now, I don't feel like laughing.
I feel like crying.
Mainly because I feel hurt.
I can go on being her friend...
But my feelings will become stronger, each time we are together.
This, I must confess.
The ending result will be her being pushed away by my feelings.
That is my prediction.

I don't even know how to treat a lady.
So if she did give me a chance, who knows what would happen.
She deserves so much better.
That is all I know.
A nice guy with a career and a house.
One who could just take her in, and treat her well.

However, isn't this the same old story?
I've always wanted a woman who loved me for me.
Not the job I have.
Not the money I make.
This is the main reason I did not make moves on the one I loved, when I was 19.
She had all these requirements to be met before she'd consider a guy to be hers.
I would not comply.

Fuck it.
Life sucks.
I sure would love to end this world;
For me, and every one else in it.
I may just get my chance...
If I do, you can say goodbye to your sorrow.
Say goodbye to your feelings and your thoughts.

Souls would remain so much more intact if there was no bodies to capture them.
The physical world is one that I despise.

I feel so dirty.
Being that our bodies are basically made of dirt and mud, that would make sense.

I don't really give a fuck who reads this.
I should be working on music, or some other fantastic feat.

I am beginning to realize that I will never accomplish anything,
Unless I have a good woman by my side.

I can't stop thinking about this one, in particular;
And she haunts me.
I never want to see that look of sorrow on her face, again...
But I am sure that I will.
I may even be the cause of it.

I just want to forget every thing.
I want to go to a place that is far away;
And I want to take her with me.
Her, and all of my real friends.

I'm sick of feeling down on myself;
But I can't help it.
I am not happy.
Feeling comfort and love are two different things.
Love fucking hurts.

It is somewhat ironic that I am not happy because I am not with her;
Especially when I claim that I don't mind being alone.

I need some fucking attention!
I need to go ahead and just kill myself.
Relieve this world of my stench and my corruption.
The problem is, that is what every one needs to do.
This Earth would be so much better with no human beings on it.
I hate my own kind.
I can't stand the animalistic nature of us all.
When our energy is let go of these bodies that have it trapped,
We will feel so much better.

Dream power is one thing that I love to experience.
This brain is only good for one thing,
And that thing is creative thinking.
If we could all have one big collective dream,
Then we would be...
Alive and in a shit hole, together.
Can't we chose to have a better collective dream?
The answer is:
Fuck yes, we can...
But we must collectively chose to have that dream together.

My dream is to tell the whole world to fuck off and die.
Don't build another world from scratch.
Take no action.
Have no thought.
Don't rewrite.
Don't write, period...
Because it is not right.



~theMuzzl3

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Why Do I?

Why do I not know who I am?

Why am I not myself?


I wish I could do something right, and have no strings attached.

It'll never happen.


Right and wrong are a matter of choice, and therefore are negated.

I wish some one gave a fuck.

Every one has the power to change the world, except they can't find it in themselves.


If I had a choice, I'd let this world end: by natural causes.

That is one thing I am certain of.


I have seen enough pain and suffering.

I have witnessed shame and I have experienced self-sacrifice.


The only thing that comes to my mind:

Is that my mind is gone.


If yours is too, then that is a good sign.



~theMuzzl3

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