No no no. The only ghosts I see are the one's I have conjured. Perhaps they truly haunt, if what's dead isn't buried. Because if it isn't, then we're all stuck inbetween a void of lost reality, and it will not survive, because it doesn't live. Instead it chooses to become an apparition. A haunting spectre of failing memories and emotional past times.

But you want the energy harvested because you had a skull fetish? Some Shamantic tribal promising the enternal only to reap payment off the living. Because you believed the mind relives all of its memories and mistakes, forever trapped in electrical prisons and voids and reincarnates for you to exploit and judge and profit from? Might as well be conjuring the voodoo.

We live, we die, this is our life. Whether there's another greater beyond or not. It doesn't change this. It will always be our fate. To live our lifetime, and age from it, until our passing comes. How you accept this, is not from fetishism, or rituals, or stupid wizardry. It is by living no matter its loss.

You are little more than what nature intended. It doesn't care. There will always be its conundrum, death.

You are suggesting we are imperfect creations, but look magic trick. The computer does. You too can be assimilated. The computer will fix all your alignments. Pulls back the curtain. Eyeballs in a jar and pickled brains, playing hymns from the Twilight zone, listen to the robot, it lives forever.

No no no. The only ghosts I see are the one's I have conjured. Perhaps they truly haunt, if what's dead isn't buried. Because if it isn't, then we're all stuck inbetween a void of lost reality, and it will not survive, because it doesn't live. Instead it chooses to become an apparition. A haunting spectre of failing memories and emotional past times.

But you want the energy harvested because you had a skull fetish? Some Shamantic tribal promising the enternal only to reap payment off the living. Because you believed the mind relives all of its memories and mistakes, forever trapped in electrical prisons and voids and reincarnates for you to exploit and judge and profit from? Might as well be conjuring the voodoo.

We live, we die, this is our life. Whether there's another greater beyond or not. It doesn't change this. It will always be our fate. To live our lifetime, and age from it, until our passing comes. How you accept this, is not from fetishism, or rituals, or stupid wizardry. It is by living no matter its loss.

You are little more than what nature intended. It doesn't care. There will always be its conundrum, death.

You are suggesting we are imperfect creations, but look magic trick. The computer is. You too can be assimilated. The computer will fix all your alignment. Pulls back the curtain. Eyeballs in a jar and pickled brains, playing hymns from the Twilight zone, listen to the robot, it lives forever.

No no no. The only ghosts I see are the one's I have conjured. Perhaps they truly haunt, if what's dead isn't buried. Because if it isn't, then we're all stuck inbetween a void of lost reality, and it will not survive, because it doesn't live. Instead it chooses to become an apparition. A haunting spectre of failing memories and emotional past times.

But you want the energy harvested because you had a skull fetish? Some Shamantic tribal promising the enternal only to reap payment off the living. Because you believed the mind relives all of its memories and mistakes, forever trapped in electrical prisons and voids and reincarnates for you to exploit and judge and profit from? Might as well be conjuring the voodoo.

We live, we die, this is our life. Whether there's another greater beyond or not. It doesn't change this. It will always be our fate. To live our lifetime, and age from it, until our passing comes. How you accept this, is not from fetishism, or rituals, or stupid wizardry. It is by living no matter its loss.

You are little more than what nature intended. It doesn't care. There will always be its conundrum, death.