Photo by: Sean Norris

The inability of man is that we cannot understand nature and that is beauty. It is the unknown and the untouched. Thought has not reigned its neverending ownership on the understanding of nature. The fact that everyday we are pushing farther toward ending nature is something that makes me feel sick daily. I do not understand my species. I'm not saying that nature won't get rid of us or recover after we fuck it royally, because it will. Our "advancements" are like viruses that only eat themselves. It's like a parasite being its own host and that doesn't make sense.

Cody SOS

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Chen Kit by Soul Over

2:42 a.m.

I am constantly growing, evolving and devolving, failing and prosperring. Above all, I am alive. I am fucking alive. I am love and hate and everything in-between. I am not separate from anything on this Earth. My conditioning has taught me to rely on this image of a living being, a personality, concepts, illusions. This keeps me distracted and distant from the fact of the whole thing of life. It is the only thing. I do not just mean humans. All living being are in eachother. All is together, even though we are lead to believe everyday, that they are not. Do not believe them. Look at it as a whole, not fragmentarily.

Love, C SOS

Gore Gates by Soul Over

Days fall and fall. There is no end because there was no beginning. Words cannot describe describe feelings as well as we think they can. If they could then why are we always rehashing them and reinventing ourselves? Why are we bored. Why am I bored? Question after question, search after search, everything that is found is eventually lost again. Don't hold it too close because the damage will take control with or without your indecisive permission. Most of our time is spent partcipating in or dealing with things that we know are not right. If you are not included in this then your smile just might blow my mind. With true equality, recognized, watched and felt, judgement shows its petty futility.

Cody SOS

First Fuck

I continue down this road that I think I have paved. I being something that I don't understand and picking a direction is another story inside of the first one. I create and I create, but what for. I feel that I almost need to do so. Not many people hear or view what I do but nonetheless I go on with it. Am I satisfying my own need? Is there a hole? Who the fuck just threw that dirt?