Fuck happy hunting.

I'm watching this faggot show called The Wardens with my mom's boyfriend who hunts, and it's just a show of murder in my eyes. They rejoice in putting a bullet in a living beings heart, as it stumbles retardedly over the bodily dysfunction brought on by metal piercing it's soft chest cavity. I fucking hate it. They laugh and smile. They congratulate and cheer each other on everytime they kill a big male specimen, as if they took down the beast first hand, as if the size of the beast and features made it more noteworthy. I swear, hunting isn't neccessary anymore for the majority of our population. There's plenty of options that involve no hunting or less hunting (not excluding farming to kill) - but my point is - you shouldn't be expressing any fucking emotion or feeling that sentimentally rejoices in the death of an innocent, living being. That you fucking killed. You're a sick piece of shit to take a living being from their time here, from their family, from the environment, from animals that may actually need that animal to survive. They're shot among their herd. That's no different than you sniping my father to death infront of me. No different than you lifelessly draining my brother's force from his body with a bullet. You're killing a fucking life with no thought about the weight of that life. The value of that life. Wasteful fucking cunts. That's what they are. Wasteful in the sense they're spending other's lives. You can go spend your own life being a worthless piece of shit but it's gross on a level of life force that someone will waste another's life for some sick idea of entertainment. I may sound radical in my thinking about this, but hunting IS NOT JUSTIFIABLE. There's a slim to none chance that anyone in our modern world needs to hunt. All obvious objections to that statement are clearly picking on the minority situation of people who have to hunt. To everyone hunting, you don't know what you're doing. Hunting is a radically abused act of killing. It is radicallly fucking wrong to kill a life because you fucking enjoy it. To end a life on the grounds that 'we eat it / use it' - when you have plenty of dead animals in a store you can fork over cash if you really want to eat. It's radical that you can OVERLOOK and NOT consider that what you took is a LIFE like YOURSELF. 

Basically, it's one thing if I kill you as a human because I have no choice and my hand is forced - and it's another if I kill you because I can, I'll use your dead body, and I enjoy it.

The first of scenarios is someone acting without ill will and a validated starting point.

The second one is a fucking murderer who is an arrogant existence, ignorant of their psychotic allowances, while dabbling in a callous disconnection to the rest of life.

Death without purpose is just a vacuously pathetic vanishing trick.

Death is supposed to serve a function. Your abuse of a gun only mocks the meaning in their dying.

The animal is worth more alive than dead to the earth.

The egoistic human being is worth less alive than dead to the earth.

Because man will murder more life, spare less of it given the opportunity, and give next to no life back for everything they took.

Anyways, here's to changing us. Here's to a future where we make it acceptable to murder the worst offenders of life on earth.

I personally believe in eugenics and euthanasia of the human race for the fact that cancer has to be eliminated. A cell will kill itself, and other cells will kill infected cells to save the body. Humans should be the same, to save the total body of humanity. If you're not interested in bettering yourself and therefore all of us- who the fuck are you? Why does the group have to accept abuse from the individual? Who can honestly expect the world to bow down for the will of one? You have to cooperate and communicate with the whole, we aren't your fucking bitch and as a part of the entire universe - my vote is you either join the movements that clearly indicate what is best for all... or nothing. When all is settled, each one will clearly sort out their struggle and know that they are either here WITH EVERYONE ELSE - or HERE FOR ONLY THEM SELVES. When we sort ourselves out, it will all be clear. Some must die if in their absolute honesty they won't change, because fuck that. The world won't change if we don't. Giving everyone equally a chance to see and decide, the only choice that exists will become clear - and in that, one either struggles to join what they see is absolutely best - or deny what billows and echoes from all dimensions of existence - to pursue isolated, self-interested, separated, and egoistic bullshit. This is different than making mistakes. What I'm talking about is those making irreparable, unforgivable, unfathomable choices. Some shit is just impossible to accomplish without deliberate lying. Some of those choices are so atrocious to life that self-change is the only way to redemption. Without acts that prove worth of life and redeem a quality of life to self... how can any of us be worthy? Clearly self-forgiveness is key.

Caring about uncaring thought.

I am someone with a filter.
My thoughts undergo a process of purification, like testing material and modifying chemical balance in water.
The fluidity of the content in me has taken time. In my case I don't like to hear genetics take the credit for the qualities of my existence.
Speaking within the context of my "intelligence" or "intellect" that is perceived in myself.. It has taken work over time for me to be this way.
The stepping stone was genuine curiosity and taking responsibility for what I wanted to learn or understand.

That being said, I wonder what would happen if I just spoke my mind without any intellectualization. Without sitting on my flow of information, meditating on the current of my life, without being patient for a point of self-honesty and self-reflection to open.. What if I wasn't this way? What if I spouted off raw, allowing emotions to take sentiments? I have become the grounds for my self-controlled individuality, my existence begins within a plan. I see myself not as a final stage of anything, just a mere preparation for all that will certainly happen, a mirror-preparation, looking into the make up of my being - by fixing my reflections, mirrors repair, and so do my image replications = my image and likeness as a human being. My life is like foreplay, because I am before the play, my stimulus leads to action. I have to lead myself to the moment of becoming, arising from our sensations. Before I seed myself into the future through the ground of hereness, I must give functions to the life I will live. In my eyes I am not even born, because the self I am currently is not the self I define myself as. This was all just given to me and I accepted/allowed it - now it acts as an environment for rebirth to my greater nature. This name, body, language, all of me currently is not owned by 'me'. It is quite frankly my mom and dad's accidental mirror.. and humanity's debt. I am them as well as everyone I've faced and experienced since them. The human world owns "me". Who I am in this moment is just one with the home that is my body. I'm a temporary care taker for the environment that is my body. When I do well enough, I will be able to give a life to this name and body that I truly want. Who I am right now is only acceptable if it serves as a stepping stone. I'm a test for something more. I must pass myself to advance. I must transcend myself to move beyond. I've shed some layers, but all of me must adapt or go for what is to come. A cell will destroy itself in the interest of what is best for all - and I see this true for myself. If I cannot adapt to serve the interest of all life - I'm only helping perpetuate the shit I want to get rid of. May the force of life be with me, because I would surely like to exist as a self-designed individual.

Writing is a solution and a powerful tool of discovery. Vocabulary is a gift that one can give to themselves that can make writing a deep exploration into the many dimensions of oneself. It is life itself that we have the potential to understand with the words we use to live. What is inside these words is what we must investigate to understand ourselves and come to increased understandings of the worlds we have divided, we are conquered by unity when we bridge and connect ourselves together as the words that we have separated ourselves with.

This piece above I wrote some time ago and it sits among my treasures of writing, hiding in my computer. I'd like to expand on it some more.

Writing is an extremely effective tool within self exploration. In the fact of my experience, it is the process that resulted in who I am today. Reading has the same sort of unfolding in that it leads one to plateaus of understanding, realization, insight, education, growth and revelation.