2008 September
‘Consumed’
a cannibal living the good life, taking lives from time to time, and discovering that there is more there than what lies at the surface challenging his own beliefs. with a mundane job as the cover while he picks and chooses prime cuts for his meals, and learns there are more things than him to fear.
the yaw way.
yaw means to alternate course abruptly in ships’ lingo, and by the grace of gods past i have been sent words of glamor to give to you all… the alternating path or way, maybe even Tao as it were, is what i want to inspire with today with a reference towards the idea of the anarchistic change needed to make this place tolerable again… no mass decimation necessary, but ideas of conforming to men and monsters are overrated fiction made to demolish our intrigue for what is going on through the ages of hazes… the political monster is let loose upon the innocent citizens, and i use Zen in the sense of peace as everyone inclined would much rather cast out irrelevant hatred, to take our winds and our profits away… casual conformity promotes the indifferent stance of no …
method to the mad noose.
is there grace to partake of Here?… the indiscriminate thrashings in a dying age of a youthless abandon… procreate matters of reciprocation to understand the whole of inane humanity that lies before and after me… song styling of a lecherous nature to deform and define the changes where the changes occur… the length and the breadth of inspiration is the gratuitous function of the fucked mind, and a state of being that purifies sources that draw us nearer to an end result is and can be considered blasphemy at those times when cruel social doctrines and preconceived notions of truth are not fully enforced… the roles we play, like actors through this struggle, are what make conformity so easy to indulge in… if we pay no attention to the ways society enforces us to be, then penalties of an …
there is no tolerable commitment Here.
listening to Jefferson Airplane, and beating the brain of branded death to a pulp becomes a rhetoric exercise… where are the survivors beyond this filthy generation, the artists and gaggles of pundits braying out the viscous fuel of a gap generated though the breath of fire that is deep in the biology logical, and i spit in the eye of futility… listening to TOOL, and wondering about the wandering plight that a nation must face before it is purified from all moral bankruptcy… the pistol-wearing whores with their judgmental eye in disguise of disgust towards currents of fear and folly alike, and gavels firmly set to strike down upon heinous suppositions, putting vices before niceness in this harrowing zone between this and that next idea… listening to Alice in Chains, and thinking of dreadful scenes where demons ride waves …
Quote of the Month; September….2008
“No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.”
~ Hunter S. Thompson; artist, writer and iconoclast.
budding locks of dread
with forty ounces until a sickness might undermine my thoughts of authorship gone… fascist demographics for the adverse advertising elite… what a crock of shit… with darkness in the skies and prayers to St. Michael, the smoke rises in silence… as sleep bathes the glowing watchers staring out… my thoughts give rise to intention… no false faces Here where i have stepped upon my own fetus… i am the spooky voodoo for which you deem freak… there is no god that i might answer to, but my own face reveals sad displaced feelings for the damned men and women who have bled for safety’s sake… can i breathe or is that just some made-up fallacy? i try to keep company with the mutants, but find i cannot out of fear and spite for their bastard traits… forgiveness for my …
peopled fecal.
the desecrate excremental breath of life given to sell out the soul through doubt remains pure.
purified by a codex of wishes of the moral imperative to ferret out all suspicions of name and place.
placed here as refugees of a lost cause to cause the suffering case for great trial and tribulations.
tribal copulations mimic the feigned religious revelations and epiphanies to the height of filth.
the extent of which is fixed in a race for a known god to sort out all the indifferent species.
leaving the the feces to rise to the top of the bowl with dusty airs they stole from a past relieved.
to be relived with not one of us to take heed of warned prior debts to the concrete laws of odds.
stacked against a wall of drones manifesting a manufactured and manipulated peace of mind.
sent to task to …
calamity of the (god-ap)parent.
sew the cheque gets dropped off from the holy dive that working into blurry lines has become for this heir apparent to nothing in particular… the banquet, with their feast of cash on hand, will gladly eat up my money, but we shall see if there is nothing in return… finances have rarely enhanced my feeling of being blissfully unattached, merely deterred by heavy-handed fatherly wisdom… being independent feels fine without pushing buttons with the exception of the authoritative advise that overtakes an isolated sense of inferiority… wait to see if the energized money will sit well with hungry-eyed bank bastards and retarded cash-handlers, and maybe go-fetch will be same game as previously played before this day… my account means nothing but subservience to the crooked pages and barons of the banking community… none of them would happen to …
melding of the juices.
there are few things that this world fuses quite so jaggedly as the appearance of human beings in all their splendor. sorry for the strong heaps of sarcasm, but it is a sin not to affect the real irony of the situation. when we are born, we are summoned up from a nether realm of purity splicing through the marrow and meat of this existence, and bathed in the light of the real and solid. that only seems apparent once we are here, though, and we quickly fall in with others ideas of what being here means to them which were influenced by other forces as well and so on from the beginning. there are some who think that to push their will upon other beings is the way to go, but there are no such certainties in a …