How beautiful! & How dangerous! “Not Giving a Fuck,” or, “To Not Give a Fuck” ! The control is gone with this. The oppressor has been banished. Of course, and outside of us knowing the oppressor could and is the one not giving a fuck, we will stay in the parameter of liberation from it, them, the bad force swallowing and growing to our deepest disgust. No, now the not giving a fuck is to be stated without negativity. It is an optimistic thing to say. It is positive. The shackles are hence thrown back at those who have tricked us into clasping our own feet, our own minds, our hearts and on & on. “The box,” as the box frequently refers to itself as. It tells you to think outside of it. But wait! It is a trick! The box is tricking you. It’s tricking you into expanding the box & expanding the limits in which it may house you closed off from your true self and God. Oh and how your true self is during this time! During the time of giving a fuck! It waits outside, patiently. It waits, perhaps, until you die. Death, for those who remain imprisoned & tricked, is also the union of true self. But it doesn’t have to wait any longer (your true self). If you stopped giving a fuck now you could, in theory, be in union with your true self today & right now. What the fuck am I talking about? See for yourself. See those special people who seem to have everything they want & need? Who are living their life based on how they fully want to live it? Those people, those people who look like they give so much fuck, are actually examples of pure living without a fuck. Because fuck it! God, yes you, say, “I don’t give a fuck!” I don’t give a fuck! And not in a negative way! In a positive way! Yes, the oppressor has been silenced. The trickery has ended. The sweat from our brow and the arteries clogging within our hearts has been cleared because a new pathway has been opened. Past tense. We are good now. Everything is good. We care for only that which we care to care. Let the things we don’t care about fall to our sides like clothing before an overdue sexual encounter, like the union between true self and the one that is trying to live under all these fucking limits & rules & pressures & and whispers and tears and words and yelling and screaming and lies and promises and the careless exponential force of people giving fucks & darkening cities, countries, and worlds–yours & mine–so just let it go.