the Velvet dead

no more dead rabbits in the hat tapped to top off the fit on head against the elements fighting against us in our linked distinctive tainted traces of lineages that eat and digest trauma like dogs ripping and tearing at the meat of the masses messed up and bleeding profusely while the tragic panic broadens to then include you and me as well to play sacrificial jams as we travel with family stocked and traded like seeds in the wilderness because everyone needs a kind of companion piece to set upon the mantle of a might-be mother figure shadowed by unseen fingers of bad press used against women for centuries attempting a change in sexual politics was the right move to successfully evolve both spiritually and emotionally as beings idealistically formed as hybrids of a what as it is we may consider “aliens and animals” for ease of conversational movement between topics related but never always the same thing, corrupted integrity as produces the type of mutants that conventions of the science factual consider beyond the scopes of Mankind’s sights trained for a specific series of alarm to go off if ever we were threatened sensitive to rebels genuinely caught in the underdog used deep in these social seas to collect the data that fuels these very particular processed functions new and improved with each update no matter the glitches involved as the experimental formulae requires us into buying more to consume ourselves as we see fit because we are all going to die anyway shrugging away the negative G’s as these waving particles in starts and stops carry the “slow” vibration we might convince others as who we are, but this always requires proof that was at one time difficult to find no matter the topics to which one was inclined assimilated and found incorporating it into a daily dramatic regimen usually most profound when growing older still into impressions work of all natures once the staggered arrested attested development trail plateaus toward higher ground though a wealth of lies and truth tied it to those fascist heart strings long ago which explains a little on why “their” kind steadily grows as extinct as the men women and children tribal and natural systemic invaders to then pilgrims and puritans even as it masked a truer patriot intent of self-righteous honored exterminator of masculine unpleasantness in those Now long dead days inclined to embrace how we differ to collaborate on world-changing interdependence outside the political range of nastiest masters and expendable servants undeserved of current affairs distracting through media scare tactics marring the games that these life pranks play out… coaching us to the couch and fidget spinners instead of music lessons or theory being far more compassionate than either physical science or games involving military or industrial commercial complexes throughout the world as we know it by these computerized ‘fuck you, buddy’ statistics tickling terse brain matter of every pseudo-scientific right brain bastich flouting their time on land quick as a bunny for seconds segue into days stranded by the reign of mad cycles seemingly overlapped the wrong way but is it, or is it the sights of knots seeing us to add bewildered confusion to such an illustrious statement use of stray stale trail discovered sterile though functioning like a squadron leader writing the next missions out in action to further stay the course shadowing the rhythms of the society from the fringes as if unknowing of an aiding hand in our assisted suicide at turns is a rank and demented metaphor which then becomes the cringing truth when loss of youth drives one insane by this systemic infection’s rules and regulations obligating compliance or else it gets the hose again, dragged on through piss and shit to the other side of things one other might say that music reflects that essential dichotomy of many that affects us all so seriously in death as in life that humor needs to become an inherent saving grace to be somehow domesticated into our collected dreams as though we might have finally gotten passed this medieval mindset but no it remains sealed into the genes of modern day spawning pseudo-intellectual neoanderthals and the overtly-aggro bro-magnon beast who appear absolutely human because their families bought in for whatever prices were language after bartering in inflations of the day…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on September 3rd, 2017 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, v for Vetanda..., world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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