“Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows. It's no stranger to you and me…” - Genesis
Now I’m not talking about your loved one or the one true love of your life here. I’m talking about the possessions you want to posses. The things that you surround yourself with. Everything from the designer clothes, the posters of random Hollywood whores, the labels you want to be associated with and the feeling of social acceptance. It’s all bullshit in the end as I’ve stated in chapter one. Yet in this chapter you need to think about it all. Don’t just isolate and destroy it all, but free yourself from the wants, needs and desires to be something - that in the end you’re better than. Because you as yourself are a weapon. A weapon of mass-fucking-destruction. Believe it, feel it, taste it, become it. No one can hold you back any longer now that you’ve come one step closer to owning all that you truly are inside. That is one bad ass motherfucker who works in mysterious ways. No one can put their finger on you and pin you down to who you really are inside. They question themselves when you come around. They no longer know what’s-WHAT when it comes to the shit they created. It’s all about you and presence you’ve not invented, but released. Simply because you are you, you are alone, you are life unplugged, raw, real and uncut. You’re no longer the editors choice, but the directors cut of your own fucking life. Live it, believe it. It’s you’re fucking life now so go out get your hands filthy with the grime that you desire and make your own heaven here on earth… And when the time is right, you’ll realize heaven wasn’t that far away from your own image of the place.
