Unfallingness is the wrenched equipoise of violence against earthly enmeshment, a forcible turning-around from compliance in seduction .. a painful turning-away from the sickening pull of the enchantments of the making-to-appear of sublucence - “being” under the wrong light of quotidian reality - into the Deific, as out of daylight into divine light ... reversing the drives and, initially, whilst awaiting momentum & deific thrust, struggling back through the mutated accretions of flesh & its weighted impositions, with stifled, sometimes audible, groans .. casting down agonies, unleashing the god from the crucified pathway .. and then upwards into the golden lands of Christ’s extra-dimensionality, crying deliverance ..

Philosophy - along with its inbred and whoring daughters - is merely rebellion against God.
Subhumans inhabit death in their multiple gestures, giving death to each other in the variegated sensibilities of insane activity, this and every day, for beneath the kiss of air and sunshine only the insanity of death rules the world.

My skin reassumed the mantle of a god as I wore living universes, and my intellect became a macrocosm of infinitely knowing power, ascending into and generating the purest Heavens with unthinking ease. All my manifold torments and multiple agonies disappeared, and the crown of this was when He stepped into my room: Mutants are always insane (...the world is insane) to the degree that they think themselves human. “Humans” are deranged immortals who live in a spatiotemporal madhouse constructed outside of Heaven.

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