indecision abounds, and I can’t clear the ol’ noggin, friends… gaps in time lead me to be less than fruitful, and I can’t help but classify myself in these retarded constraints, even when I know I am not that terrible… Just uncomfortably lazy…
The morons are everywhere, they are strong, they are fast, and they are numerous. They evolved quickly to replace most of the reasonable people in the world, wiping across the face like a silent plague, and birthed from the population explosion that threw every generation off their feet from then on. The morons took place over the masses at churches, corporate headquarters, and even government positions. Boom went the baby rush, as infertile couples took turns testing the new drugs to make more and more offspring possible, and their barren wombs soon filled up rooms from nursery to the grave as the space left little option for change.
These retarded semi-conscious creatures grew in number until they had forced out the gathering intelligences of the planet, and huddled under secret plans, the future was written in blood and sacrifice. The …
At Holy Poke Elementary, the games were not always in fun. A teacher might piss off some of the faculty, or perhaps just some of the students, either way meant terrible consequences. The little monsters were not partial toward Jesus or priests or even God itself. Torture and corruption were hallmarks of the manipulated system that Holy Poke had become. The errant ways of children became a hobby for most of the staff here, either tolerant and accepted, or mean and despised. The children only saw a black and white contrast to the whole mess, and it was murky at best to get a good glimpse of the faculty’s real motivations.
Tolerance towards anyone was low on the priority list of students and staff alike, and when all-out war broke out between students and teachers, trust was irrevocably shattered for …
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a tale of the demented Doctor and his manservant Lao as they commit to experiments at the fringe of the social animal that humanity has become. whatever that means …as we go further into ASYLUM…
another tale geared towards the quest of finding the right person to get drugs from, but is the Man all he seems to be, or is he the messiah?
it was tough seeking out fun things to do, but she knew what she wanted, I stood there ready for wherever the day took us… we both had woke up feeling fine, I suppose, but nothing could have prepared us for the embarrassment that the night would close on… early in the evening, the careless demons started to take a solid control of my life, and all this before sushi was even eaten… I can’t get too descriptive because of the late-night blackout, but some of the details leading to oblivion are quite clear to me now… the sushi was great, a restaurant we both frequent very often when we can, and had some beer and sake to go with our meal… this is where the buzzing began, and I can sense now that she knows when I start …
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 …
a hardy stock absence fills me, rejecting the opinions of classified truths day to day, and creating a submissive potency that puts other personalities at a faulted stance… can we escape this urge with a doctor’s care?… what questions these humans be… with their sadomasochistic ways of pronouncing themselves villains and eliminating themselves by leaps and bounds through time and space exquisite… the sludge is probably running through my veins as I speak this, but how we care not for this fettered existence… there are problems, no doubt, but I choose not to pursue their validity any further than I can throw myself into the fray of boredom or engorged egotism… where I twist and spent wishes make their sounds heard, the sudden dark of heart makes the deadened seem wizened through misled youth, and this is the unfounded …
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 …
