how deep do we need to get before we can sense that we are lost amongst the visceral rubble and ruin?… with knees and legs tucked into a fatal fetal position as we go under the forceful delusions… the awe wears thin as the veil begins to shred with ease… the shadows darken our own reality as we crave the light eternally… the trimmings of our race has become the essence of efficiency, and we kill ourselves day to day to create an organic compound of faith amongst each other… do we even agree how this should be, or can we even see this discrepancy?… there is no ease when moving through this maze, and therein lies the awe that we feel inspired to spit back out at each other, to make every other denizen and citizen aware of …
“Roughly speaking, any man with energy and enthusiasm ought to be able to bring at least a dozen others round to his opinion in the course of a year no matter how absurd that opinion might be. We see every day in politics, in business, in social life, large masses of people brought to embrace the most revolutionary ideas, sometimes within a few days. It is all a question of getting hold of them in the right way and working on their weak points.”
~ Aleister Crowley; philosopher, magician, writer, artist.
read the words and words become more… they echo through head and body in interesting cohesive combinations, and drift into the real plane by will alone, the momentum of thought and the ideas created therein… to me, the greatest and loosest connection of both archetypes is the musician, and sometimes power can be taken for granted by so few… this leads to suicide by meme, the ideas can be immortalized beyond the bodies that transport them to the surface, and sometimes we are crippled by having nothing to say to each other… all aspects are aligned, and to conjoin oneself to the true self is splendid and miraculous… however, being told what to do does not lead one to this destiny, but the ends are always the same just as we are all one and the same to some …
it fails us, these imperative wishes to achieve a certain plateau of emotional worth, and we feel at a loss… or at least, I do… love and the betrayal of kneeling before the frequency of sensation, an altar of understanding, and portraying the id in its natural forms… what is mankind and the value thereof?… are we scared to realize the potential sacrament?… giving of ourselves, of our sensate placements underlying the individual integrity, making us who we have become… affecting the smoke and mirrors that encircle us… thoughts turn from the blasphemous to the mundane and back again to pornographic exultations… there are too many days in lonely contemplation, and eternity becomes the twisted prism, reflecting the divine light into deformed Technicolor… the remote control over selfless puppetry trying to live a life born from dreams as we …
So the concert was spectacular, genuinely… Even as I slurred my speech, and grew hoarse of voice from screaming out at the band… The beginning was wracked with nervousness in my mind, but all that was relieved after the transit fiasco had finished, and we arrived before doors opened… The situation was very different from the last social foray which I and my significant other participated in, but some of the same players were there, both good and evil… At the end of the night, though, evil lost out, and the positive vibes nestled deep down inside of both of us because of entertaining and interactive relay that the night had become… The first act was seated in a little cove next to the stage, and was impressive with the capacity to mix signals effectively… The best had yet …
time is of the essence, but I remember nothing of being born again… the crude matter of getting home was tiring my thoughts beyond compare… a turn of the wheel later, and the sour moments drift away as the door closes behind me… the compounded feelings of satisfaction and sensory overload were consuming a place that I could not lie to, the part of me that was not yet dead, and the rhythm of my heart kicked in at gradual steps behind my movements… layers of clothing fell away as I began to reach at the knobs to the bathroom, to relax inside a warm bath, and house my hindered state into a watery mercy… it hurt to ache this bad wanting nothing more than to bathe away stressful sources of my own decay… my mind was feeling this …
what is this sour taste in my mouth?… I say that it is the preconceived notion of hatred that sullies our relationships with other human beings… who says we have to touch each others genitals in order to get along?… is it some primitive direction that our bodies desire to be felt up?… I seriously don’t care about the flesh as it pertains to being overtly sexual in order to be at all… that is not the only function I hold dear… to me, the greatest thrill is communication of the highest possible efficacy, and that is far superior to merely fucked feelings that can drain the emotional senses if improperly distributed amongst strangers… I may seem prudish or perhaps even a bit weird, but obviously you do not know me at all, you only know the assumptions that …
half the time havoc is unkempt and gnarly, but in those other times, we find the need to make some fundamental differences in who the person we are can be… we can begin to suffer through the incredible feeling of being displaced by our emotions into another world altogether… removing our mind from our senses effectively… some suffer delusions and others still become illusions, walking and talking and waking nightmares from their own abyss… the stiff drinks help, but imply the need to decide which trail to follow first… capturing the attempt to disperse… the need for a nurse will come later in reverse, and we save the ideas of some mad visions only as we grow older… the decay shakes a leg, and these moments seem lost in the essence of fairness… social reenactments of some prophet’s dreams… …
a serial killer finds his way inside the home of two young boys who are faced with this most dangerous situation.
