105 _ CAST_YOUR_DESIRE

Casting, desire makes us very high-spirited men and women. We are sometimes taking a risk. But when we collaborate and combine – even if only with our onerous selves in a state of devilish arrest and reprimand. We find we play out our desires, and we integrate ‘first-time innocence’ with a habitus of inner knowing that it will satisfy us. We will not get arrested, will we? We can cope with a warning, but we are too legitimately in love, from the axiom of a parasitic government turning us into mindless zombies. So, we sit around the camp-fire and make our minds up.

“I will not apologise” (The Roots, 2008, album: Rising Down).

We can collaborate in groups to play and cast our desires – maybe a band. A band of brothers and sisters like all good blacks and whites in harmony with each other. We must learn as a race to embrace life as family, family as life. What my race partakes in governmentally has no bearing on my individual persuasions. Unite, we have come through the storm, so get ready to party!

Desire encompasses both want and need. To want means to gain in game theory. To need means the double negative: ‘not to lose’ – in desperation. To meet in the middle is how most play it. But my intrigue by my ideas – with a history of promiscuous outdoor sex, living in the Country, I have re-found my heart every time I believe in me, and only me, as well as my past loved ones.

God’s ours. And desire for God to commit as a witness to sex makes it the more: cute and fun. Life’s dominance seems to be about us and our relationships. My wife and I (hypothetically) are going to the forest to start again and again about the way we feel – about each other, and a depleting planet and its lack of environment. We want to be off grid, raise our children our way and to make love in the hay every day. Desire is like stripping something naked – not just bodies, but epistemological concepts.

So, “It’s alright” (Feiertag & James Alexander Bright, 2020, single), and I am about again, movie conquer 10, and we are down again, we need our women and our men. North, South, West & East, now we are making peace. There is God in all of us, yeah you and me, its creation, it reacts in me, it’s so exact you see. We have got to rehearse, for the Universe. Lost love: is lost news. But how do you know you have lost it: if it is just a meringue iceberg. She is whipping it – while he is looking at her biscuit baby!

I have a desire to see my Grandfather again – (Bampa: Welsh for Grandad, his second wife was Welsh, Nancy), for the Peaches, he was so strong a character. But an endless fear, of not having him here, and to have no company like his makes me hunger to become my own wisdom. And desire is where wisdom begins. Desire is to have exactly what we want and when we want it, but to acquire with wisdom, and therefore to appreciate and receive. In essence: no regrets – life is a learning curve of everyone making and knowing.

The feelings are voluntary, and it is not our fault we have desires. There may be a million and one people walking around, all with their naughty little secret. Life is fun! Thoughts live in you, and if you cannot properly climax, all your desires, you will have to make them happen, yourself. Not to be a sponge of old, passed on evil pathways to revive for later – live innocently and you will find the way. You may ask yourself why am I doing this to me? Causing involuntary thought forms, but it is just unique gatherings of coitus minds, being the Sexer, and unravelling yarns of wool.

It fulfils no purpose if you fight it, so it naturally can become stronger. I am losing my focus, I feel the energy in my hands, I feel my blood flow night and day. The history of sex though, is food – the more rubbish, we eat, the worse the sex becomes – the more perversion, a right within desire. But only coined more so for its self-masturbation on film. Collaborations of desire mean we must be prepared to share. But when we mean to do something, we mean it. Were the riots of London, 2011, deplorable or applaudable? That they were caused to coincide with a Muslim uprising. It was definitely: breaking point, and many a street, now heard, have gone on to rising fame with King Stormzy applicable as head of camp.

And then we make our minds up. Are we forgetting our desires get blocked by the struggle of fighting, and then our contemplation drives us up the charts to always want more of the same? If only we knew some have it in them to feel positive, all of the time, uncompromised by compromise. To be bored in the ongoing death, analysis, and then re-birth of desire. Unfortunately, not all relations last. Are we becoming more desperate to convene in tidings else, of else, with else? To convene lightness and shade, we create a balance and we are back to our devil, of want and need. Do we all yearn to abandon and not understand the rules we grew up with as children? To group partake or self-isolate becoming Universally held until, we give up on the past and require ourselves to achieve all: more than before, once the struggle hits rock bottom.

To collaborate through innocence is to trust, and desire each other, in a transit of a curve to curve. A round-space of bodies allows us to re-new. Polite conversation is not hard, so why must there be a rank or hierarchy of us? Is it hard work or collaboration or both, to be born with a desire to undergo light, shade and movement with another? If only we had our heads screwed on and made verses complacent with hereditary love of a cosy knitted jumper wrapped in arms never, letting go.

Let it go! Let it be! Let time! Time will heal us as we swerve in and out of desire: to make amends with ourselves, and our blasphemous wranglings. ‘Was that OK?’. That was Okayed to be OK, sick as a parrot we fight. To make desire true, we must be perfect in our love. Its perfunctory expectations are overruled by the special reality of meeting our desires head on. To make unrequited feelings, we can blame someone for the story of the reactive mind. But we tend to work in allegorical narratives, we as our only narrator – let time! Let’s write ourselves into our dreams this time, around. Do not lie any of you, over your desires, do your time for criminality, and self-analyse and you will come out a better person, ready for the way of true utter ideal desire.

Love and positivity to everyone, through the thick of love!

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