anachroEnigmatic

the spinning Mystery gives each person a chance to better their lifes’ journey some through those immaculates added to create obstacles that we feast our eyes and minds upon in order to decide what fate has in store for individuals as each falls from the heavens to start this birthing sip at the tree of life as the sap drips down towards a rocky series of roots connecting these fearsome ideals onto the generations of human rutting and rusting structures as of the pasts coming to inevitable collapse by stages planned faulty by random decrees spit out like company memos made on authority of non-existant persons grouped together in a solid corporate hive mind corrupting the sidelines with obnoxious adverts and billboard mindwarps that trigger in those sensitive an awareness of this stagnant heresy that erupts from that myopic monoculture mutating through gene therapies and psychoactive desperation to connect with an anonymous substance crouched further still to ducking and covering as violence thrusts and stings humanity while as nasty amount of tribulations test our personal resolves a mettle and sometimes in medals at a delirious time period when the world needed an enemy perhaps, but that does not excuse any one person’s motives for foisting their own in emotional baggage even through the most engaging source a cracking resolution to prevent chance invasions by horrid options opinionated as social engineering manipulations a toxic rhetoric can in phrasing various ways vague aspects that most people do not have the luxury to understand in any proper context transmitting the joys of life stranded in a netherworld carrying signals through distant cycles to sputtering forth into darker dangerous realms a victim by choice or so they will say when all action is done for now having cracked through parts of the surface adapting to the meat and tissue that arises from such conjunctions as a yearning yawning fulcrum starts pulling energy from the fruits of these labors, bringing with it that beef as questioned lingering phantom forms many commercial scenes set way back as another marked track or televised tracing programs patterned ideas back to mutilate the makers into service once again for these bureaucratic sponges having existed Here for a long time since absorbing this culture as it weaves new stories that others are reading singing or retelling in their own versions as that anatomy of the cosmos mythologizing the human struggles as the treasured antiquities valued in the ages passed fundamental figures summoned and triggered as mutant mutation randomly adapts to conscious situations lost somewhere from beginning the end again aging with festive results really quenching the rest that hold as most engaged thirst for those jewels of an immense joy dropped… a cringing animal need seeks as calm a refuge as can be when feeling truly lost in jungle settings moist and slick with the worlds’ sicks tossed in as a salad oiled with dirt and methodical patience for in by and about the pain it inflicts onto pass it around and see who it hits when the shit hits the fans who then take it but quit because they can’t stand the abuse whose hand feeds projects proceeding through that desert of the real fused as much in object of confusion balled into fury by smattering as forces leaking out from inside can the mind handle it we never know until we know it absolutely plans gone awry found later a time capsule marker of what exact decisions were made, crude intruders with slick oily ways dropped into the lap of the emotional wreck realizing who does what and for whom benefits the most from such a trip down the rabbit hole when all you have to come home to as dead as doornails dug into the coffin held in place by an unseen weight of indefinite haste waiting for the body to drip into place, but what if it does not work out smooth as that which was planned and refined until the Now in an infinite amount of wisdom and love smacks one off of all-too high a horse that the resettling takes more than what was taken away as that oomph raising other sails high…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on April 16th, 2017 in blogging, e for Esemplasy..., my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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