I win one battle at a time. This is a battle against temptation. I have to win this. This is only day 8. I have until 31/3/24 to break the Bronco. Today was better tha[t] (than) yesterday.
If I miss this window, I miss the three deadlines. That is uncalled for. Hence, I have to persist. The only way to quit smoking is to NEVER SMOKE AGAIN!
That is how deadly cigarettes are. Once you are hooked, you are hooked for life.
No more...
Whatever the perception of pleasure is actually the Nicotine Void. I need the nicotine just to feel normal. There are no two ways around it. I have to break the Bronco. This Nicotine Void is the addiction. The only way to break the addiction is to starve the nicotine receptors.
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Before I can start training for the Hill Run, I must have a sound mind. I have to minimize fiction as much as possible. I have to eliminate fantasy as much as I can so that I am firmly grounded in reality rather than in what I imagined.
I will base my thoughts on empirical evidence instead of imagination. That way I know I am evidence-based rather than anecdotal.
For example, I can now base my observation on one single piece of evidence - Victory Guaranteed by Ar Rahman 55 more than anything else.
Therefore, my next *mo[r]e (move) is based on that single notion.
* Right, I just follow one strong lead. This lead resurfaces on the first of Ramadan. Meaning, the Dry Fast. No matter what I will go through the Dry Fast because that is where the argument leads.
In this case, I will omit the afterlife revelations although my imagination has taken me to the very end of the journey.
Note: This is despite SpaceX's communication to Dragon using the term, "Tally Ho," my common term and another very strong evidence-based synchronicity.
With the "Tally Ho," I am very, very confident I am on a ve[l]y (very) straight path.
Now is [] (to) claim absolute power. To subdue Nico Tina and Glu Cosa for good so that no others are above me.
I must make it to the 28 days. Anything less than that is just a temptation. If Buddha had his temptation, well these two are my ultimate temptations. They beat cunts and cannabis.
Who is the ultimate arch-nemesis? I am tempted to name Sugar as the culprit. However, after some serious consideration, the real mistress and the real lust is Bukit Kiara. That is the real trophy.
All the[n] (the) cessation and the dieting are none other tha[t] (than) the mortal offerings to the Goddess of Bukit Kiara.
What a life. As we move from Apple and No Apple to form is form and emptiness and emptiness, the vortex is spinning faster and faster. And here I am only holding to the evidence-based revelations.
In conclusion, I will be fucking my brain out *i[t] (in) the afterlife.
* Ah... Remember, all that I asked for is to become the Creator's Most Loyal Soldier.
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