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the American Carcass

the twisting turning the questions into words from merely some spiritual longing to understand this hemorrhagic state of brief incarnated elements and personas while taking on the ordained mundane tasks of the average as created to contain the human being prior to its conception, ghosts swirling this inhabited frame of reference as a minor mark on the netherspace that absorbs and ejects these tightly spun series of packages onto the harsh surface as delivered by the embodied beasts of as burdensome a sentence as life now called ‘parents’ to raise (or perhaps raze) the child as a vital fragment of the ecstatic explosion known as birth to most, but we are not just some amalgam of the past whipped up to experience this future as solid firmament under blatant mask of dreaming wanderer to shadow the joys lurking beyond surprise as events unfold unknown to the witness… the cattle rattle death and breathe their last for the impudent sacrifice to avarice and risk to alter fate with their lives in as tormented a wait for the chopping block as the weight of a grisly ritual takes place, but how far is it that we are removed from this slaughter as caustic disco in which we have caught ourselves in a danse macabre much too late after throwing up our hands awaiting for some thrill ride to take place, the thrill of a moving from one reality into another on a path which none may ever follow into the abyss as recycling of souls from depths of a cosmic wheel spinning forever behind the eyes… the conjunction of the daily random functions taken for granted as ancestral wishes made by past lives lived to the hilt as the blade works in deep as that sharp thrust to fuel in the support of the contextual next of kin, seeds of genes passed and swapped among the gasping hordes on a damned giant boat that some idealize as worship for an old conservative tradition of freak fundamentalism to the opposing sides of debate, and trying to bait-and-switch the truth among the people Here for the lies to exchange them and us all for the things which we despise as creatures worse than these beasts whom at least work in a frame with natural certainty as an organic mechanism meant to achieve more than just to manifest dreams… we, more than merely shuffling corpses waiting for a hearse to pick us up, one at a time…

Thanks, khet.