Law of Attraction: the phony way to attract a poisonous fraction of anything authentic.
It's a phony thought engineered by the devious pen of the Greeks and Romans. Many culturally engineering propaganda vessels to keep you caught up in some complacent twirls to the grave.
Manifesting like a shittering pigeon, hypocritical to the nucleus of their soul, coughing up half-witted, weightless and thoughtless euphemisms.
Some inverted and twirling rubbish like on WhatsApp DP's and forwards like…
To be a “positive” person is to have “Love”,
To be “Loving” is to be “Positive”!
“Be Good”. Goodmorning.
Some clingy relatives not ready to buzz off from the bottom of your shoe like persistent glue be like:
"To be not with people, is to be alone.
To be alone is to not be with people.
We are nothing without each other.
Goodmorning."
What’s this rubbish, you narcissistic prick?
You’re never entering my space in a millennium.
Not with this infantile, psychotic hypocritical narcissistic rubbish.
What the heck are these puckering pigeons posing to be all wise, soiling the virtual world with their weaponized digs of “positivity”, “goodness” and “love”??!!!
Someone like me shall very positively tell you to buzz off with this whacko rubbish logic as you’re halfway in manifesting a unicorn.
Aristhrottle.
Aristhrottle, a vanquished bottle
I stomp on its vacuuming thought,
Little rubbish, complacent 'Lottle'.
With this stoic complacency
You shall never go full throttle
A blunt knife complacently sheathed,
Turning the world into Arisbrothel.
Keeps attempting to dethrone
The Seeker's blitzing chair and sparks
I find no sense in Greek unimaginative thought
And their frail knock-offs of the autonomously floating ark.
The tale of autonomous conquering,
Wasn't digested well by ArisBottle;
Limitless powered up backing of the Creator,
Is always an equal reaction causing ArisToTopple.
Stoicism and the many “isms”,
A warped and deviant colorful prisms,
The thought and literature with dainty flimsy allure,
The Truth and Greek thought, an eternal schism.
The illusion and obfuscation
Lots of mischief, that I shall manage...
I see deeply and deeply I see,
A Truth-bound convicted point of vantage.
I read a loser thought of an Arisbottle,
A jargon of cold water, lost sheep and the likes
Pick up your mat and sell it to this Greek mythical godman,
As you walk his entourage swerves around on super-bikes!!!
You with a loser thought,
He keeps saying “enough of this” and that
As this imaginary savior was apprehended,
He left you nothing, let alone a mat.
Next, a throbbing mischief manifestation
When you don't buy into an illogical perfumed limbo,
The idea of dirty dancing with the universe,
Has begotten many a bots and bimbo!
Who doesn't love control, the conspirators exclaimed!!!
Let's forge a lie worth living,
Let's overturn the truth "Upside Down",
Where giving to us is "receiving", where receiving must be giving.
Giving you my old stinky sock,
You devious vultures, wear it on your head and be gone!
I say your momentary power is purposed under heaven,
Your Alexandrous death was written on the day you were born.
There's no bend to my forehead,
My crooked nose has learned to frisk through your flaws.
Arisbottle can't contain the Truth-bound warrior,
Away with your Roman Santa Claws!!!
