inScentive

the misery of this Mystery is that we all must face the fascism from within that has whipporwilled from those ghettoes of Europe and Nazi death camps through the scientific friction of paperclip-coveted stars among the rank and file of the world’s most vile and scientific not to mention rosters of totally mental historic villainy made reality in recent times as paradigms secede into cultural hybrids of what it has to be as experienced by the populace like the massive quakes of death and turmoil to stress the best and worst qualities an individual might have in a paranoir reservoir dipped in all the dark waters of void cold subconsciousness upon frequencies of the misunderstood observer, locked into the mass grave with other cadavers whose potential was cut short so easily at the wrong time for the wrong person representing change that no one wanted to consider even the person themselves on many occasions cannot truly decide what it is that becomes required or necessary to move forward when trauma like chaos awaits for those weakened states to shift creating a nervous opening for struggle to conquer and conquest a small sum of our parts Here, and it is almost raising a noxious viral or fungal substitute out of our own calamity that has tumorous as behaviors let out various other strangenesses that cannot stand in for a type of this reality only an outside veneer that appears as if all well put together though there are vast solitary points that we come to each indulging our psyches a bit before we go sometimes banging our chains and while many others weeping whether with regrets or realization cradling the passing light for a time… having tried to accept what others say as facets of fact and fiction creeping out of season as time seems too terribly slow or quickly losing inertia of form as that act falters because taking on too much burdens us as a species guaranteed survival by gods reviving those musics played by the pipers and bands roaming foreign and local lands accruing experience that does not afford much more than trivial attentions that make people do what they do trying to get ahead a few more steps than the rest, though pulled along by that skin of teeth barely bared against the other predatory instigators Here where the masters and slaves are one and the same tethers of a mass duality culled under that referential moniker of “society” the tangents of which cover us thoroughly like a tar and feather approach to innocence and guilt to widder-shun massive reversal psychology that spilling into the streets has infested the rabid hordes, and it is this that stench wafts a low wave under foot to cause us halting steps and second guessing conclusions fomented by a gut flora whose organic machinery cannot handle the digestive stink of what you really are on layers of as lucid an ego as possible through the penundulum (a penultimate pendulous conundrum) swaying rapidly as though inconsistent fan rotations that clears out the heavier fog and vapors…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on November 26th, 2016 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, s for Semon..., subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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