an ass O’ nine tails…

we speak without clarifying statements most of the time a relying upon of strange trials and tribulations that have become rituals of shame and disgrace as they get repeated like grooves on a vinyl record in ruts and ridges of dead ends as the valleys drop lower and lower into a trackmark after repetitive plunges missile their ways into the same rotten positions time and again creating scars building a tower of decay bound to fall with greater pressures these longer passages that darker souls traverse as tunnels are firm forms vacuuming the refuse as much the real shinings that shimmer serenely through jealous caves and cold real places where hate lingers into resentment while attacking vulnerable and weakened pieces that are soon collected as if into puzzles further down the line where an inside con artist really can fake it until they make it as a wealthy wannabe like they wanted to be, manifesting opportunistic backbiting series of betrayal and negative attractions to oppose most helpful entities as they try explaining such augmented behavior as compels us to be so atrocious to as many people as we can before we go down as individuals in trying to pass the weight of shame and ridicule onto most of those in the flames of intrigue and deceit manipulated as they are burned down to their cores lost among cowards and swine too careless to master a careful approach minus the damage caused by dispassionate swing and bitter blows disturbing the status quota made up of standards we might have committed ourselves to, but we do not lack that key which may free for those opposed opinions posed against a collective of shortcomings that have positioned arguments as much themselves upon the opposite slant finding ground with those Others enlisted from the background noise that inflicts itself onto us as easily as the debt we collect becoming refusal to accept responsibility through denials of obligation pushed or promoted for our benefit as these figures collapse in our forgotten relapse of the memories donated to the abyss in moments of our lives at a time… though many do not give in to the whimsical Mankind trial separation from natural sequence movements ulterior their motive mentioned once in a great while as dreadnaughts do toil and break back working hard to attest for example as good for humanity when the threat of authority isn’t that person inflicted with the duty like shit on their hand in their mouths feeding a perpetuosity of this as of pseudo-civilization needed under dire circumstances, all of the doomed crawl the earth with very little regard for where footsteps land because we require some space which moves around within thus triggering automatic patterns of mood and discomfort once certain personal boundaries are then affected by disturbing touches evoking chills from warmth shifting the balance as catalyst to the stirring ids and egos connected as distinct views on reality slowly floods the mind and will to live or love as deemed that as most necessary by the individuals themselves, but curious from all the static Here trying to strain a meaning out of the scary shards stolen hearing only a little bit at a time a total terror slashed across the back with whip-like snaps summoning pain against cheeks flush with blood red stains teaching lessons hard to make learning as difficult as it can be so that resentment and trauma stunts the growth as would be natural if these inhumane pressures didn’t exist to inflict or interject itself on the social structure as commands the attentions of billions by Now all struggling to make it through this devil’s gauntlet and breathing…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on April 29th, 2017 in blogging, my art & dreams, o for Onymy..., rants & raves, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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