the Escape party

what i query to you Here today is the politics within a social structure like ours when there are so many tribal collectives and communes able to gather together in all the appropriate parts to make a survival successful for their particular brand of company to be had, all eerily contributing to the lively upbringing of the corporate state as the human alternative set to topple the empire of dirt that Mankind has created in mimic of Clive Barker’s story of the villages who roam about fighting one another strapped together in collectives as giants, and soon enough we are to be destined for one of those sides or another in a bid to claim the world as final chapter in this struggle to see who can truly win it all as though these ideas have made it clear and simple that this were any kind of absolute end… more often than not it is only a beginning for another tale to be woven over the cosmogonic traces aligned with forces utterly intransigent to any mapmaking as trying to bridge the gaps made between vast expanses left unchecked by an atmosphere that does not know any better, the experiences of another come before the ‘other’ which may include yourself as well as everyone who wants to be loved like only a child is lovely experiencing the swelling sweetness of the attention as the human stigma is birthed into this world of contradiction clouding the elements of distinction taking dictation from a far vaguer source than one’s own consciousness, and yet is it that absurd to believe that time travel is capability through death’s passionate throes as means to escape in this futile sense the present qualities of constriction that some of us DO experience beyond the common acceptance of mere physical senses representing our reality, a rare few of us are capable of seeing much further into the vast expanse while in this human form than many other people trying to feel and understand what it is that is exactly visible as in how much it differs from the rest of what is the rest of us considering a consensus reality built upon voting and lies and suffering and crying and torment and the hatred and the time wasted and the subjugated resources and peoples whose only criminality was trying to be and think they were equal in a society that should be for the people…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on August 24th, 2014 in blogging, e for Esemplasy..., my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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