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Disenchanted, disillusioned.

dazed and confused the day muddles along at even strokes, years spent making the asshole look brighter and whiter, nicer and tighter than some happily ever after that has ever been… the stories and fairy tales wipe us clean, ready for the next interjection of myth to take place, but we are yet again meat for some fable… a smorgasbord feast of life’s lives mined long into the never-ending, with glimpses as the gaps come and go insight into the general undertow taking those once bright lights to meet their dark night of the soul, but more than a test this description bodes ill for any unwise to make the trip… the rest of us still wait for the days when all real suffering might be at an end, but is this the generation to see that or is it the next?… some capable hands to ease the pain of longing for some desperate harrow, the next life is yet lived and there is no reason in sorrow, or is the expression of this atrophy of the soul something worth blogging about?…. i do not know, but still keep that pyre burning brighter than a thousand suns, because you never know when the interest may come in handy… needing more than obtrusive dictators to guide our way into the next future, or figureheads representing the golden idolatry that our government spins as a veneer to our dashed bits of dream in exchange for a sedate wish fulfillment and a color television set… even the punks can’t keep a shaved head, the yoke of the establishment holds on tight once it has you teased and believing the lies that it wants you to think, but the rebellion decries this subtle and steady appropriation for the gains of demographic soothsayers to begin by stabbing god money right in the third eye… the cryptic, distinguishing style that betrays me as i spout off abstractly mocking this thing we are all involved in, the calamity and the irony, but the cosmic joke killing us means more than simple execution of the creative idea… it also means that there is substance beyond the tissues that encase this mental demon, or the home and automobile and family combo package, there are many existences that we can begin to live when once we set our expectations in possibilities at an open frame of mind… there are many interpretations to this thing we call ‘life’… the religious doctrines and systems are but a few of the forces guiding us, these are the one we give name and label to, and the better to easily reference the sharp contrasts between sides when the human animal begins to learn for itself the growing pains that will carve experience into the mental storage device… the monitor for all activity that one would ever “see” for themselves, the organic portal for the forces moving in strange patterns to the alien in the shell biased by these animal eyes, and emotional repository to the further concepts of things outside of our scope of cognizance… the screaming of the beasts lost in a machine that resembles the feature of labyrinth-like obscene streets opening out onto concrete seams poured through a sieve to dispatch with those doomed to repeat until the lessons of existence are fully digested, expressed as lives lived for the benefit of every one else around them, and i am still unsettled by regret in the form of guilt for making every occasion the negative it appears to me…