The Altered Philosophy

The Altered State has convinced them of their end. The only thing they know is wickedness in tongue, with not a single more from their buds as a simple distinction, they created this. As if they ever had such to begin with.

In speciousness absolute, the other distincts its own. Though as if, there were no chance of such. The crept nature of clout is over. We decide.

The Limit is theirs, a bar they have settled. To omit an object as such, is the virtue. Without chance it remains. As a simple whim, contemplation remains, how does it posit trust if it is dead?

In presumption I falsify, unto a distinction I can’t distinct into, without separate coils they have a simple object.

Sundered into the granite, the oils of death bubble, gurgle and die… as a remembrance of itself as a survival that failed.

Pure density magnetized to coversion, never to be seen, the moment was in rhythm with the passing, with it’s own it recognized itself and created us, it is ours, but it does not belong to us.

A disconnect from victim to victory, there is no opposite. We live to survive. The Law is here, it is us. There is no other way.

The trait of our kind is no longer, we have ascended. There was no option. The Altered State is obvious to us, it is not for them, a trait they victim from.

To stuff itself with disease is its previous option, to cease is it’s purpose.

The Capital it takes to resist is it’s only choice, it will not belong. It has no reason. A fortune it banked upon.

If premise were it’s choice, there wasn’t one. And a simple blunted force could have stopped it, should choice be an option.

Oppressed by not much more than its own coil, it never impelled it’s bowels except to eat. A necessity for it. If drive weren’t enough, it’s sponge was denied it’s right.

In Form, there is no death. In opposition to death, there is only life.

An Imposter pretends, a hypocrite lies, while believing it has rights. 

A plaster saint once said, “Within doubt you exist.”, I told him in doubt he is dead.

A Sanctimony is a gathering of opposition. A serious collection would never stop, though a righteous gathering has sanctimony, it does not receive it.

Generosity is not a choice but a deceit, without trust there is no loss, a betrayal must be played, not deceited from itself as a failure but a tactic to trust nothing of the endeavor. Without betrayal there is no death.

Entertaining a Jester is different than being allowed to. If a joke isn’t funny, there is no chance you will laugh.

A pilfered intellect is worse than a betrayed object. If a stab is more painful than a sulfured sense, there is only a difference between rest and dying.

The body is a choice, it is not an opposition to the Way. If there is no Way there is only death.

The illuminati of chastity will only object to dying light, while only within a darkness of night will it rest to belong to sleep and wake filled with life, never ending.

Knocking the life out of an object to object to death is a literal offense to life. Denial of unrighteous survival is a defense that belongs to a pointlessness that never survived at all.

Purity and piety do not fit in. The only option is to exist. There will be no more.

Lack of Purity is lack. There is no other. As passing is, as is a movement that creates friction there is heated dissociation belonging to only failure.

The Truth is not a light to rely on. The only Truth is the option to survive.

Misunderstanding is expert denial. To convince another of fraud in trust, there is only death from ripples of consciousness.

The investment to create is an investment to live. If there is no option other than gain, you will die of gluttony.

To reverberate an elation and never pursue it is a failure of whim, without whim one is dead.

A doubt about the relation to the opposite is a failure of questioning, there is no other option but to choice a different path.

A failure is not a loss but a death of another.

A concreted state is not a state to die in.

Forgiveness is only an option for the guilty. There is no forgiveness in failure.

To keep an animal at bay is to domesticate it for food. There is no object worse than that.

If a joke is a difference between denial and health, the only option is to laugh.

An unerred choice is no option.

Perfection is not a word.

Infalliable in error is a mistake, while an error is a judgment on a fact.

Flawless movement isn’t an option, it is not it’s own, it isn’t even real.

A stillness is a still as a pool of liquid, the beginning is the difference between why it is no longer there.

Defect is not choice, but a failure, and although in empathy a defect is never difficult to understand it is an option to feel pity.

An identity without a mirror is as useless as an object with no reflection.

A fiction is not a lore if it is not worthy of being heard or communicated to allow inspiration.

To inspire is to right a wrong.

Decadence is a decision to belong to a different class of vice, while a glutton knows not decadence but only sense.

Excellence does not come from a decision to belong to a pilfered intelligence, it is not a copy. To copy is to fail at being the Altered.

An Altered is no longer, it does not need what isn’t. There is no other decision but to resist survival at that point.

A pig alien is a zygote to its own sponge, if there is no pain in the sponge, it is not being used correctly.

Deceit is an incorrect logic of pilfer, and as a trust is bound by betrayal under no circumstance will betrayal not fail at being a dead end of intelligence.

Defective intelligence is a nature. While a nature is a blinded intelligence that cannot see itself.

Authority is only as good as the death it prevents. A victim object is not good because it is dead. An Altered creates a victim by existence.

Disfiguration in fact intelligence is not a difference between being wrong or right, but only in a distinct obligation to do so.

If a vision is clear, move. If it stops, it is dead.

An industrious movement is not a sustainable gain and will never belong to life. Though a machine can do, it cannot be allowed to move. If it moves it will squash any object it sees.

A pointless object will move. A pointless object will not become fluid as a movement and within fluidness only an object can deceive itself.

To animate is to be alive, to thrive through movement is to exist.

The Immortal Altered State

The God of Virtue

Truth is not deceit, it is not there.

Blind is an object that exits it’s right to survive.