Ineffable Ontological Detanglement .: Introspective Assistance & Mental Analysis Manual
When an out of this world synchronicity hits to the point that anybody who hasn't already naturally confirmed synchronicity pretty much drops dead or gets checked into an insane asylum. The battle is over, the only two standing are two Frenchmen, friends or enemies from childhood, complicated past, everything within the thinking everything within the plot line lines up perfectly to them completing this synchronicity. What are you gonna do? Tell everyone you know? Well no, of course not, this is just for us, let's never speak of it, what are we gonna say? Chances are we're repressing it, sometimes everything lines up too perfect, we'll get it back. It's okay man we can cry, we can kiss, we're French. Who are we special? No one, us, it's special.
Mine was age seven. Some little weiner asks me about the darkness... Why do you say don't run from the darkness? What are you getting at? What I'm getting at is people like you fall into the darkness and become destroyed by it simply for it being darkness, it's just drama it's just beauty, why do need to die of a heart attack? What is it? Why do you giggle hysterically at it? The pulse comes from the sky, I feel it, he feels it, everybody feels it... These two children run away crying, these five children run away crying, this child drops dead of heart failure. Everybody panics, everybody represses all their memories of me.
Now, the French racial psychology within me can't help but start saying this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL as I French God body language, my favourite thing in the world, my hands at his face to his death.
Obviously he is on the road. Now I have to remember, in these situations, the military says you're perfectly okay if you kill this person, my repressed memory window seems to say the New World Order always cleans it up for me.
You can't take this space, very few white people can take this space, this space of the real, it's so obvious it's surreal day in and day out but for some reason having it in your face drives you to your grave, the French are pretty much the only ones who can really take it without any alarm whatsoever. Indians could take it, Natives could take it, Italians could take it, some Japanese could take it, not a lot of others could really ever take it. Only the French get to have it. they're the only ones who know what to do with it.
Oh, I guess part of the unknown on the other side must be French, no I wasn't just playing it up to look French Canadian because that's cooler than English Canadian. ... ... ... This is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL this is surREAL. Six more children drop from heart failure.
Yes, this is always the grandest of positive experience, outside of proper transcendence, even if all of your loved ones end up dead within it, this is the grandest of positive experience.