What masks we wear, projecting sounds and even appearances towards our loved ones and co-workers in a culturally subversive gesture echoing survival in the generations long gone, but this social struggle today is very much like that exalted battle from ages ago…
It’s father took a sandwich off the table, opened the child’s fractured face, placed the food within the shiny red pulp, then shut the bloody flaps sealing the head.
I thought I was over this, but I guess I have no concept of restraint when it comes to inebriation… Six pack of Guinness that wasn’t started until late into the night… Felt fine up to the third bottle, but state of mind and drinking should be conducive to good feelings, or it becomes a wasted exercise in bad decisions… By the fifth bottle, arguments abounded and blackouts crept in… I hate my petty self, the liar and total bore, who can’t accept happiness without being greedy for more of something… Hurting others to hurt myself to hurt others and back again… A cyclical monotony that makes life worth faking, but offers nothing positive to motive me forward… The altered ago eats the flesh, and laughs in the face of reasonable behavior… Times like these make me feel like …
this tainted toss oozes lust from the crust
a dark dismay apparent with the skill of a ferret
sneaking the belittled bites into those filthy minds
what powers these mortals think they are squandering
from afar the sight seems wrecked, ramshackle, and split
the terror enters the secretions of the mob as the feelings pour
bleeding like crying for the benefit of more and taking less time spent
tinkling against the pavement becomes a game of thieves on high as fiends
totally aware that they taint and mash our dreams into the pie of belief and cream
bought, buying, sold are tastes of exquisite resonance as the thoughts dance forsaken
expanding fists into hands of needy remorse for lost wages tossed aside for the personal
war of the skill masked by faith in crime of life stealing met by chosen ones in the street level
size of force to manipulate the …
Critical thinking and analysis of my own experiences involving many seemingly disparate elements from gang stalking and years’ long harassment to earlier experiences and explorations of the etheric have all come to a head, in the way of a unified theory as to how/why these things have been happening to me.
When things in life don’t add up it’s necessary to take a step back, thus expanding the logical realm of one’s perspective to allow for connecting the seemingly unconnected bits. Though it took me a while to link the growing frequency and mass of gang stalking attacks to the demonic fields/transdimensional entities, now that I have found the connective tissue I am awakening and nothing beats that. Worth all the leaps of faith and mingling fears on the way there. Quality will always beat quantity.
Anyway, on the verge of …
a motorcycle rides through the desert, the destination is a desolate hole in the map, and there someone is going to die.
The President was in an uproar over the little matter of inefficient propaganda. His wheels had been turning for years, but now it all came to an explosive head with th overactive assault by the people for the peolpe. Nothing ever seemed to work in his favor when it came to issues like “guiding” the masses through to another world war. The weight of the work was all on the soldiers down at the front, but that didn’t stop the leaders from panicking over the state of awareness that was building among the people. His scales buckled underneath his suit and tie, no sweat to ease the discomfort of this mutinous revolt, barking hoarse-voiced orders at his underlings. Their hissings lisping ‘yes’ past their teeth as they slithered away to follow his wishes. This whole bloody disorganization was unacceptable, …
in a twist of fate, seven people are taken to an alien landscape by unknown forces, and must find some way to survive their new home. naked and confused, they begin an epic journey to understand why they have been brought here.
