“The peaceful warrior always keeps their farts in a state of flow. When there is no stagnation, life doesn't fade nor whimper, but through transformation, it grows...
This is how I live my life. I fart when I need to, which gives me effervescent relief and satisfaction, which ends when my flatulence does. I am afraid I have become desensitized. I can tell, my farts bring great joy to others. It is freeing for them, to see me be free. They are like caged birds, and I'm an eagle. By seeing me fart, they get a taste of their own identity, while still being safely trapped behind bars.
"I don't fart for myself, but for others, for their laughs, for their dreams, I fart to give them a sense of wonder, to drive a point home, to make them not take things at face value, to rebuke the way they look at the world."
Unfortunately, I don't get high anymore, not that high. If I held my gas for 15 years of Christian repression, and then, at my father's wedding, I somehow released it,
released myself,
my superego crumbling while my id melts into ecstasy, then I would feel like the wise man at the top of the mountain, with the sunset hitting my face with gratitude, and my hands in praying position, revealing, "we are all one."
But those cinematic moments are not in the cards for me.
I am an agent of controlled chaos. I am a constant reminder, that freedom is a lifestyle, and not a single cinematic moment. I'm proof that all those writers who write existential romantic stories are wrong. You don't love once in your life while eras are changing and everything is poetic, only to go back to being depressed. Love is a daily thing you give yourself when you let yourself express, what's in your mind, and what's in your butt.
Namaste Bitches
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