the perception of…
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Entity…
eye see, eye see…visions of the masses through their children’s eyes, and outside of the mind there are reconstituted effigies of persons who walk by, hardened by the growth of the creature on the surface…the eyes, however, say much more from the soul then many other physical points do, but that is not to say that there is no way people can flow with this energy from every pore…most do not even pursue such abilities…in youth, we have everything that cannot be condemned for the loving newness that makes every moment breathtaking, but as we grow older, it does become easier to use experience as a shell from this freshness…not an innocence, per say, but an undeniable potential for anything sensual or beyond the six senses…man is five senses, but that example is that devolved man that …
Burgess Meredith is the obsolete librarian…Orwell was to literature what Nostradamus was to divination…and then history made effigies of us all…
out of Context;
‘The freakish dance in waves to music of humming roar of Dante’s inferno as gateway to the interior, where the masses progress towards a massive unification of force and motion into the “titanization†of humanity, and into the shape of alloys and artificial means to manipulating progress toward the end goal…’
Today is court day in T-minus one hour and counting, anxious to see if the judge will accept my plea, but difficult to say…I am currently unemployed, even with a college degree I’m a bum, but I’m looking for income with a focus and intent to better myself and my surroundings…It is tough to nail down all those details that are required to be human, one of those aspects to life that we must deal with is the law, and how interesting it is that our society tries to arrange itself for the betterment of American-kind…When the average citizen of the world population is Chinese, and paranoia is the stark-raving madness that we must be aware of, there is so much out there that is difficult to avoid…Planes, trains, and automobiles confront us with their speed, and we beat …
…is such a lackluster thing. Working for nearly minimum wage, writing music when ever possible, or inspired, rarely though do those things coincide…. but then I’m not starting from the beginning am I?
I suppose to start from the very beginning would be fruitless and you’d lose interest somewhere along the way, while I ramble on and on about the happenings of my 11th and 12th years of existence here on this plane. So I’ll take a page from George Lucas and start talking when the talking gets good, and maybe if you’re interested, I’ll tell you the prequel later.
His name was Jake, and one day there he was sitting next to me in my homeroom class at Burr Road here in podunk no-fucking-where. I introduced myself to him, and we became friends slowly through the course of that year. …
