homemade cake, the introduction of dreadlocks, and the reckless abandon of a three-day weekend… what more could i need for the ritual of another gone and out of the way year? there’s not too much else, really, that i could want from the congratulatory passing of time… a record player for vinyl albums, maybe, and a career playing music with total creative freedom would be a nice change of pace to start the “new” year out with… however, those things are for later when i have the maturity and resources to handle them… right now, doing my best just trying to hold down a steady job while keeping my creative spirit fully intact and ready for the next big step through the oblivion… looking ahead has never been my strongest trait, no matter how much it has been forced …
in a desolate and cruel world when is it that we finally need to realize to think for ourselves when sheltered from the eye of the storm, when the actions necessary to function are more than words of desire, and when are these thoughts a system of gain instead of betrayal to the inner idealized self? the corruption of purity is inflicted from every direction, and we are but humble slaves to the function of the circuit we reside within. filling out the appropriate paperwork to desecrate and dissect our feelings into sheer oblivion touched by the hand of god. moments of he dull seem to overlay moments of passionate forays into obscurity. the whims of warriors castrate with the efficiency of of a well-hung jury, second-guessing the motives of all suspicious behaviors of unknown origin, and collapsing systems …
Water – pure spiritual influences and feelings of love
Fire – emotional influences and base passions
Air – mental influences and the process of thought
Earth – physical influences and the impact of the unseen on the visible world
What about the Oriental elements you ask?… or the Wu Xing maybe?
Wood begets Fire begets Earth begets Metal begets Water which nourishes Wood. (generating)
Wood parts Earth absorbs Water quenches Fire melts Metal chops Wood. (overcoming)
We, as spirits, reside within the ether or space between all elements.
The five elements lead to a pentagonal cycle which feeds itself over time, or space depending upon viewpoint. Insulting/destroying and creating/overacting seem to be the modus operandi Here.
What is the ether we breathe?… is it the air or something more scatter-shot or drug-tinged?
The words and tones we …
an abstract tale of an asshole lost in his own brave ignorance forcing himself against a world of rejection, but still misunderstanding every sign and signal that comes his way.
the beasts promise a certain amount of reluctant pacing to please one another. dogs thrown to the fires of appeasement and abasement that comes with sacrificial artifice. spending evenings in pursuit of nothingness to succumb to master’s grace, but what it really can be is razed from the psyche with a grip more blistered than the tainted love of gods and monsters. Here the graphic defacing of empty idols takes the shape of melancholy mistreatment. all thoughts become as a blank spell cast aside with these visual representations of bliss deep within the artifice. like a slug crawling across the clock’s face, leaving its trail to be discovered by hand, and wiped away in disgust. so we are the caretakers of a world that distrusts us, and by all accounts the methods we use are abusive in the extreme. …
murder most simple, but revenge turns out to be the most horrifying example of justice for the marked man who committed the slaying.
in a period setting similar to our own, but not quite, a man questions the authorities around him. left with nothing but vague answers, a sense of the fantastic, and a diminishing ego to this youthful explorer. he enters into a world voraciously held back from him by darkly humorous structure of cosmic bureaucracy trying to rule the world through terror.
“To sing a song about the fleeting
terror making cravings fate
words are coming from the mouth Part one
speak before liars in wait
so that you all may hear
wielding sweeping, mighty self at every turn
taste of shame and faith and fear
leaving sour gloom to burn
“Strange is not one even word for
what I’ve held on to say
gripped, the laughing cry, as I play Part Two
lose the …
art or reality?…is there truly a border within these illusory realms of ideas?…I think not, but many others would tend to disagree…to further define something down to a death’s head edge is greatly inconceivable to me, but it has to be there to reverse my ideas of what is possible in the grander scheme of things as we know them…people enjoy laws as they stem from the human hive mind residing inside us all…no one person is the central source for these umbrellas of unfounded order, and many of their sources border on fascist ideals that became more well-defined as fascism came to control the solid world around us all…the prison is the mind and our thoughts that come from static friction…no need to believe my words for it is there staring you right in the eyes… with innocent …
alcohol and tobacco in hand, I digress on this plane of existence… pray for your friends if you need to, but I feel that you may have to pray for some perspective for yourself… suffering for the greater good has only gotten us all closer to the end of things… the only legal drugs through the ridiculous ‘Merican values that some of us are subjects to… oh how we have been lamed into thinking this is it, the apex of abnormal society, and yet the hidden agenda goes on and on… we have been lead lemming-like into the cesspool of genetic destiny manifested by manipulating hands… skeletal totems decree it so, and we have become so totally fascinated by their irate leanings towards conformity… the fiefdom must fall, or maybe all will be subjected to the same fate that …
