meh

if only in this lifetime, an idea that holds not to nothing, but instead to my reality, one which is of accomplishment and favor to the powers of time.

I wait, and wonder, will i ever achieve the promises of my past, is the capacity of my stored generational knowledge atuned to the current vibrations of the spiraling world.

and when i look in despair, as is common, not at the future i have been promised through lies, but instead the difference between it and reality, I see the only true meaning.

that difference, is the only measure of intelligence i can know, how i act on my perception of that difference is the only force i have. may it be multiplied by my effort and labor.

all the forces of the world seek to diminish any return my perception can create, it is my duty to not allow it to be diluted, but instead to create as if my mind is truly a rational entity, whether understood, respected, or discredited.

nother turd of a drawing.

so this is some bullshit i just pulled out of nowhere, would have liked myself more if i spent time developing it, but thought i might as well throw the sketch out.