Coffee shit

Imagine drinking enough coffee to keep you high for 18 hours, and you spend the peak moments doom scrolling on TikTok. This is why I drink coffee, so I can doomscroll with better efficiency and a faster brain processing power. Until the memory lapses hit, and you don’t remember basic stuff. The memory impairment is consciously noticeable, and I know it is due to the caffeine’s way of stripping the necessary elements. I think it’s probably magnesium. I heard magnesium is important for memory, and coffee definitely takes it out.

Anyway, coffee shit is next level. But if you don’t shit after drinking a cup, then you’re fucked. It means the drink doesn’t even work anymore. It’s time to take a rest, a sabbatical away from it. If you claim to be an “x” lover, you have to take some distance away, so it can be powerful on you again. What if you take a permanent break, is that ultimate love?

Maybe for your own good.

Flow is such a strange thing. You can say I’m in flow now. I feel hungry, and still my fingers are moving. I don’t notice much thought activity going on in my brain, so the words are coming out fast. My fingers are moving on their own, oh I just made a connection, just like when you’re aroused and the hands know what to do on the phone to seek out a way out. Way too easy. We’ve made it really easy. I guess lust is also a shallow endeavour now, because it is so easy to gratify. Before, back in the old days, it was a challenge too. So the old gurus couldn’t claim that lust was a pathway to laziness, that it was ruining your motivation.

I bet killing is the big deal now. I’ve never killed an actual human being before. It is too difficult nowadays. Plus it really is useless in most cases. Plus the society I live in doesn’t really allow it. Who wants to go to prison for even a year because they ended someone’s life. In a way, this time is worth more than another person’s future. That sounds selfish, you wouldn’t kill someone because your time is more important. I don’t think that’s the only reason someone would avoid killing. I think for most people it has more to do with fear of the consequences, like jail.

I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t think most people do. The only ones who genuinely desire to go to prison are mostly reoffenders. People who fell in love with the ecosystem. It’s like some Stockholm effect. The thing is, once you’re in you can actually just get jacked and intellectually sharper. I don’t think most of them do that though, it’s a chaotic environment. The guards, you know I almost became a prison guard. You know when something is too easy? Yeah, in retrospect I’m glad. I would’ve become that experiment. The Stanford prison experiment. It’s like the prisoners mould you into becoming that kind of guard. Probably soul sucking. At least if I extrapolate what would’ve happened to me, I see a guy with no soul, easily matriculatable, matrixable, you know what I mean.

There are still so many things I don’t know, and some things are of highest curiousity. I’m at that point where I’m asking what question do I even ask? I’m sure answers exist. It’s tempting to want to talk about curiousities, but I think it’s important to not reveal all of them, at least when you barely have conceptualised something strange. Or you know when you notice something that you can’t even put it to words? You gotta at least be able to formulate it into a language someone can understand.

I could probably find books written on certain topics that I can currently only be aware of. Some people reach those levels and write books about those topics. They are occultists, beings able to standardise the unknown. To someone who knows nothing, everything is occult, right? It makes sense logically. I don’t mean only a baby who has just come into this world and knows little, yeah that baby may consider even a 2 day old baby more of an occultist. I’m talking about the one who knows so much and discards it, making him not know anything. Not knowing anything itself is paradoxical, one obviously knows something. But if you really don’t know anything, congrats man.

Imagine a monk, sitting there with his bald head, saying to himself in thought “you know nothing”, repeating it over and over again. Do you think it’s possible to program that into the core of the monk? So that he actually knows nothing? There is definitely a voice in his head that calls him a dumbass stupid ass bitch ass pussy ass nigga. But he’s got to shun that voice, it doesn’t concern his purpose. He wants to know nothing. That’s why he shaved his head and even went to a secluded shrine in Guangdong.

Why do monks even shave their heads? That’s military behaviour. That’s what soldiers do to become uniform and mentally docile. No offense, those guys become physical powerhouses, but they are obedient as fuck. They have to be, otherwise all of them would desert at some point. So why do monks do the same? Is it to become obedient to the way of enlightenment? So they don’t question why they’re even doing what they’re doing? It’s not just the hair, it’s also the uniform, like that orange robe they wear. The funny thing is that the method of creating enlightened soldiers actually works. I watched this Chinese guy from Germany who is like this. A monk. He has some mad pearls of wisdom. I don’t know how much of it is derived from being instilled this knowledge by the system created around monkhood, and how much is his own direct understanding. A horse stand with buckets of water held in your hands is definitely a mad struggle though, that struggle probably creates so much understanding.

Anyway, I’m gonna go eat now, so I’m ending this post here. There is no standard conclusion or sweetened ending to finish out the text in right fashion. Good bye.