"You can't unknow what you know and...you can't help what you think about. You can't help(and/or) your curiosity expand(and/or)...unless you like brain damage? Trust me, I won't make a fool out of you."
True originality is only designed to titillate yourself (i.e. mental masturbation), so your art only has an audience of one; pray you are not boring. For bipolars, originality is categorized as an addiction...because addicts convince themselves their version of certainty is a wonderful disease; come catch it with me (i.e. like a cult). Through my gifts as a designer, artist and philosopher (and with a lot of help through platonic and professional relationships) I have dissected my mind by documenting the mechanisms mostly responsible for humanity's impulsiveness, spirituality, logic and truth. I believe I have created a mythology that has begun to illustrate how humanity is born broken by design; you are born broken. Humans are designed with an unhealthy surplus of audacity, because humans are addicted to the illusion of freewill. Humanity's illusion is their ability to knowingly understand what truly exists; to resent moral restraints that competes to limit their potential (like a flying buttress...it too has its limits). True restraint has no economy to exploit (it's lack of reward is supposed to be satisfying) , so its practice doesn't deserve the gift of financial profit or attention (hence the surplus of audacity to garner such things).
You "If that's the case John, what service do you provide? What do you plan to offer me?"
Me "Simple...I'm going to eloquently explain why humans reject God."
You "Why is that important?"
Me "Because death sorts it out in the end."
You "HA! You're a flake."
Me "And you ain't worth the piss you paid for. Who buys piss? You. Who sells it to you? Your Vanity (i.e. instinct)"
You "What does vanity have to do with anything let alone piss?"
Me "Because you are finite and you've been fed lies your whole life that human potential is limitless...how very very vain of you."
You "Well...I fail to concede how your response answers my question."
Me "I care so much about your salvation, I don't give a fuck how intelligent you are. Don't headbutt a bullet with your temple. Your death is scripted. You fail to concede because what you know and understand is an illusion; your are so utterly addicted to yourself. There is a community of people like you and me that need to bond together and form a super intelligence and tackle the worlds problems. Whom shall I join?"
You "If that's the case John, what service do you provide? What do you plan to offer me?"
Me "Simple...I'm going to eloquently explain why humans reject God."
You "Why is that important?"
Me "Because death sorts it out in the end."
You "HA! You're a flake."
Me "And you ain't worth the piss you paid for. Who buys piss? You. Who sells it to you? Your Vanity (i.e. instinct)"
You "What does vanity have to do with anything let alone piss?"
Me "Because you are finite and you've been fed lies your whole life that human potential is limitless...how very very vain of you."
You "Well...I fail to concede how your response answers my question."
Me "I care so much about your salvation, I don't give a fuck how intelligent you are. Don't headbutt a bullet with your temple. Your death is scripted. You fail to concede because what you know and understand is an illusion; your are so utterly addicted to yourself. There is a community of people like you and me that need to bond together and form a super intelligence and tackle the worlds problems. Whom shall I join?"
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I have documented my truth so vividly, it damaged my brain through a severe mental disorder called psychosis. I know, it sounds cool. However I was compelled to document my ascension into madness for a purpose I believe in, and that purpose was to document the limits of my consciousness; the only limiting factor was my vanity (and I was completely vain during that process). Within all of us is a testimony (which I can help you or a company document) to be certain it will help you love, respect and forgive your potential; yours like my potential, (despite the benefits of creativity) it is morally limited. That's bad if you crave adoration by the world.
All successful, all crippled by their insanity, yet they figured out how to make a living being sick. What is the common denominator? Audacity. They subscribed to the idea that their potential was unlimited, and that's vain. Ironically...vanity is vain.
Do you trust your vanity's guarantee your "untethered" potential will be adored? In spite of the benefits of creativity when you subscribe to vanity's agenda, your audacity smashes whichever impulse doesn’t serve you best because of the seduction to embrace an infamous path (unbeknownst to you that it's scripted). Vanity exists to vie for your attention because it can jump-start the surplus of your audacity; to pervert the path that means you no harm. What's the path that means you no harm? A logical celibacy to the truth, and that's God. I pray that I know nothing. You know not my humour? One's appetite for audacity grows like a fire whom's warmth you've grown addicted to. When your vanity fuels your doubt in God's presence....like fire, your audacity to resent religious morals is GUARANTEED to grow. Everyone is the same because we are one species however, how we arrive to that conclusion is a COMPLETELY unique and fluid expression tethered to a fixed template. Your aspirations to be unique, are ironic because no one (who is truly original) surrenders to "conformity" (especially if it's not their idea). Sometimes...irony is ironic. Being unique sucks, because you are destined to be so unique, no one has the desire, stamina and tolerance to understand you (Lord help my wife). What I want (I know) is possible, but what I need (I know) is impossible. Stop begging God to be different. You only truly know what you don't know. I can prove it. You know not my double entendres can be immoral? You are beyond comprehension which is a blessing if you are adored, and curse if you are ignored. You after a while...feels like you're trying to run away from your own skin; futile. It's no wonder you are alone and depressed. That's the reason you have to be a good salesman (or sales person)... because without that surplus of audacity you would be an unappetizing broth of potential. I think you'll find as you familiarize yourself with my content, you'll understand miraculously...what I see shares some common ground with what you see; even though you are so utterly unique, I can understand you. That mutual understanding...that mutual insanity...I believe will enable us to connect our truths to God's truth. Come awn, it'll be fun.
- Steve Jobs
- Bobby Fischer
- Doug Stanhope
- Amy Winehouse
- Ayrton Senna
- Ronnie Coleman
- Chyna
- Bill Hicks
- Hunter S Thompson
- Alexander McQueen
- Freddie Mercury
All successful, all crippled by their insanity, yet they figured out how to make a living being sick. What is the common denominator? Audacity. They subscribed to the idea that their potential was unlimited, and that's vain. Ironically...vanity is vain.
Do you trust your vanity's guarantee your "untethered" potential will be adored? In spite of the benefits of creativity when you subscribe to vanity's agenda, your audacity smashes whichever impulse doesn’t serve you best because of the seduction to embrace an infamous path (unbeknownst to you that it's scripted). Vanity exists to vie for your attention because it can jump-start the surplus of your audacity; to pervert the path that means you no harm. What's the path that means you no harm? A logical celibacy to the truth, and that's God. I pray that I know nothing. You know not my humour? One's appetite for audacity grows like a fire whom's warmth you've grown addicted to. When your vanity fuels your doubt in God's presence....like fire, your audacity to resent religious morals is GUARANTEED to grow. Everyone is the same because we are one species however, how we arrive to that conclusion is a COMPLETELY unique and fluid expression tethered to a fixed template. Your aspirations to be unique, are ironic because no one (who is truly original) surrenders to "conformity" (especially if it's not their idea). Sometimes...irony is ironic. Being unique sucks, because you are destined to be so unique, no one has the desire, stamina and tolerance to understand you (Lord help my wife). What I want (I know) is possible, but what I need (I know) is impossible. Stop begging God to be different. You only truly know what you don't know. I can prove it. You know not my double entendres can be immoral? You are beyond comprehension which is a blessing if you are adored, and curse if you are ignored. You after a while...feels like you're trying to run away from your own skin; futile. It's no wonder you are alone and depressed. That's the reason you have to be a good salesman (or sales person)... because without that surplus of audacity you would be an unappetizing broth of potential. I think you'll find as you familiarize yourself with my content, you'll understand miraculously...what I see shares some common ground with what you see; even though you are so utterly unique, I can understand you. That mutual understanding...that mutual insanity...I believe will enable us to connect our truths to God's truth. Come awn, it'll be fun.
"You don't even know what you're thinking until it's thought for you."
- SARDONIC POET
Look...how do you arrive at the number "two?" 1+1? 4-2?
The equation to equal the number "two" (like your truth) can be as simple or complicated as your insanity will allow. As long as the answer is always correct, "2"...you can hunt for validation no matter how ridiculous and unsustainable when your equation is exercised at maximum potential. Imagine what you know is an illusion. I survived psychosis because it was like...a fallible being becoming a god, and it almost cost me my everything. God has no free will...because God can never be fallible. Is that simple enough for you to understand? If not? Then talk to me so I can help you understand why you are attracted to oblivion. For bipolars...it's just too much torture to accept the conformity, with your antics; regardless of how creative it is to perform. You can't even wipe your own ass without looking for attention. That's where I come into your equation because my truth is an equation that is so ludicrously thorough...it explains in plain English "Why do I reject God?" I believe my potential (through psychosis) expanded my mind so much, it tore loose God's holy grasp (for a moment). I used to sit beside my own fear offering it alcohol like...a bum dribbling vomit. But now with God's help...I hunt the fire to survive. I hunt fire. The part of me (that resents religious morality) is addicted to the anticipation of something rewarding the more creatively I think it earns God's displeasure. You surrender to sin so simply because it's the most unoriginal way to be different (being a rebel). To be vain, is to oppose a religious morality that limits your potential when it resorts to infamy; without the proper attention blah blah blah. It limits your potential because your potential is limited; unless you like brain damage...I dunno God bless? It's ok to be the same as everyone else. It's great actually, but bipolars need to find each other and conform to the result of debates to determine what is true. God. I want to create a community for bipolars to feel understood and relish for once what they used to despise: Community. You think you despise conformity, but really you are rejecting a community that truly understands you. Why do you think the weather is a popular topic? It affects the community. No one says this about the weather, "It affects the conformity," not unless you say it with a robotic accent.
True diversity exists in the mind, and aren't you tired of embracing diverse thought? Bipolars are powerful, and dense, and merciless and compulsive. They hunt for evidence of their vanity every day (like running into the fire), and they have no hope to extinguish it without a community. I am a Liberal person who conquers my doubt in God everyday. God is really funny. I wager my originality will resonate with a vocally niche audience. I will never claim to know God, but I sure-as-shit know...you can perfectly understand every word I say. Hello...my name is John and I dare to know. Nice to meet you. What's your name? Nevermind I have a shite memory.
This is my resume, and my service is free to the middle class.
Start by watching this free videobook I created called 'Dis-eased.' If you have questions feel free to contact me @ john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com
True diversity exists in the mind, and aren't you tired of embracing diverse thought? Bipolars are powerful, and dense, and merciless and compulsive. They hunt for evidence of their vanity every day (like running into the fire), and they have no hope to extinguish it without a community. I am a Liberal person who conquers my doubt in God everyday. God is really funny. I wager my originality will resonate with a vocally niche audience. I will never claim to know God, but I sure-as-shit know...you can perfectly understand every word I say. Hello...my name is John and I dare to know. Nice to meet you. What's your name? Nevermind I have a shite memory.
This is my resume, and my service is free to the middle class.
Start by watching this free videobook I created called 'Dis-eased.' If you have questions feel free to contact me @ john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com
Author, Artist, and Professional Thinker.
I have many different personas to help categorize my work ranging from humor to philosophy. I am reality's student and I dare to know why I reject God.
416-540-6737
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416-540-6737
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