A Realization

I saw a license plate the other day, a vanity plate, from the state of NY, which said

ECHOBAY

It was psychosis: that widespread insanity which has grasped the human collective and made the unnatural the primary state of life.

Check it out: I grew into the form of a sasquatch after years of isolation only to find that right around the same time someone I used to listen to, a long time ago, published a song called sasquatch.  If you read the lyrics, you’ll see very plainly the adversity and inequality on display.  What you wouldn’t see is the conspiracy involved, because to recognize the conspiracy you’d have to know the details of the plot.

And that’s where all the FOUL is, and comes from: it’s all a massive plot.

Your presentation has a seamless form and steady flow.  We seem to share the same abusers.

We’re not all the same species inside of these flesh bodies.

Anyway, the unnatural is so predominant that the great myth of a sasquatch’s existence has been solved.

Sasquatch isn’t some criminal who needs to come out with his or her hands up.  A sasquatch is someone so hairy (aggravated) that he or she has to escape civilization by retreating into the woods.  After so long of living without modernity an aggravated estranged person will in fact become beastly in his or her actual hairyness.

Sorry for that myth-killing knowledge bomb, unless you’re the sort of person who doesn’t mind being disenchanted.

Lmk if you want me to show you the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow because I can kill that myth, too.

May you soon find the liberation your soul, and especially your human self, are needing.

This world was not meant to lay our precious one and only life to waste.