to interpretZel…

pastry of fakery bloated and eaten like a half-digested corpse rising up out of the dirt and dust under a person’s feet we have generally claimed as a solid ground as we all walk through this deserted journey of these real-time spaces wandering together yet separately when it is coming to consensus conclusion about the chemical choices made for us in our vapid ignorance vaporized in an instant that erases some of their empty orders striking the frightening into casual marks as scars scraping the capable out of people, or can with all these asssaulty little statistics that crisp the skin like a caustic soda to line the diseased pit where it is that dark things sit in wait for the liars in lairs so deep as to be a well of souls creeping up throughout most random occurrences where one’s possession by the poltergeist gateway deities leads to pour from our pores a liquid like ooze which spits away the clutter of cellular decay as carcinogenetic display to reveal a chemical breakdown, the smaller bodies bumping and dried into clumps as though like routine debris left after a number of procedures has been endured leaving spent fluids all over the place as the toxic spill patterns trying to find a way to be shed without ever dying away as concepts have an immaterial immortality all their own barely relying on the human germs to carry them further through layers of gluttony in obese release of fats and fevered flatulence that contort the guts under pressure opened up by those severed severely vain… so obsessed but not seeing the answer directly in front of us as sugar and diet remedies selectively kill a segment of the populace to control and devalue another portion somewhere else whether through the heart or arteries kidneys or liver the damage is immanent and a most probable course of direction when the body itself desires to the point of negating what is required all the way toward that tipping fulcrum between a life and death accessed by the inherent inadequacy (innataquacy) that many before us take for granted without terms to defend, as gaps in generation are more than merely timESPace commands even though the substance of this universal archetype holds sway over all those cycles and systems beyond our conception even now with technology this intensive secular station that has reasserted an assumed bias that science is the new religion of the intellect being more potent than magic now once logic and reason were factors in the adaptive quest of a humanity delirious in its prime and the rampant abuse of the power as empires and industry started an arduous trek toward bold frontiers like efficiency and in the supplies and demands of products herded together by companies with invested stock in each other’s successes, but even of the basest vices a need to rise to the surface of mainstream consciousness as an unofficial testing ground in figuring out who are the next victims to be cast as bad guy by asshole whim manipulating and subjugating while trying to defend some abstract thing selfish and stubbornly sworn…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on August 7th, 2016 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom, z for Zendik.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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