friendly Frustrations.
that wanking, nagging, pulling… as the body begins to molest itself wantonly, and without any real provocation, merely a fascination for the body and the stimulation received from moving it around… such personal affections are magical, but easily perturbed toward wrong-doing, so we have been led to believe as a generally massive herd that needs control more than guidance… the rise of the dark industrial age and Victorian repression as moral plateau, and always in the middle of some minor comfort struggle as any other being that dares to walk the earth passionately, there are many Here among us who feel that life is but a joke… however, not all of those miscreants are capable of overthrow, and we need each other to win the fight for revolution… all the restrictions are placed Here as merely guiding principles that few can ever grasp wholly, but most have styled their lives in such a way that the floor of our damned civilization is covered with the broken and dying, a carpeting that truly deserves some revision before we can ever really move on from this cruelty… it may seem that the polite affectations keep corruption in line, but i believe it may just actually be the opposite of this stayed belief… the screaming stops only temporarily when i close my mind’s eye, a different voice takes over for me, but it doesn’t know what i want inside… this ego sound is startling to say the least, the mystical wisdom defunct until with pipe in hand the revelations come, and then it seems unfathomable to escape other than talking through the situation in mind… we restrict the divided self as a means to control all of the parts, even as it obviously creates more struggle and strife among the amassed, and the populace will start to get revolting to witness if it really gets desperate out there… knowing your body or your own mind seems against the “laws” of nature, a natural world that thrives on pollution and corruption degenerating humanity to a neanderthal level that defies valid explanation other than adaptation, but as the Homo sapien became more consciously aware it was that primal self of ours that was the hive mind that has adapted as well… the swine hit the trough too hard for relevant plausible reaction, as the guise of humanity has struck some of us dumbfound by our own senses, but the bestial urge seems remainder from even just generations of growth in any particular direction… the deft array of options can seriously startle a person into submission, whether you are speaking of the vast technological intelligences pushing our age to its next conclusion, or the overwhelming programming that takes place worldwide over the unseen channels warping the sky as they roast necessary particles in their micro wave pathways to feed into our brain’s digestion of information… almost superseding the actual adaptation of functional thought for many people that would choose to shrug off response abilities, for these cases i would stray a guess that they are very unhappy with how they have been pushed and pulled by this world, and it isn’t as if our societal growth hasn’t played this constrictive role in all our lives to this point… trying to squeeze every last essence out of the surging pieces of flesh swarming the face of the earth, searching out the most competent among them to lead, or rather serve as leaders to a select few who in turn make that into a top-to-bottom system of power… a systemic infection infected by corrupt political forces forcing the people that actually make up the organized society each into their own box to eliminate the joys of self-expression, and the freedom required to do such activities like this…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on April 23rd, 2011 in blogging, dark thoughts, f for Floccinnaucinihilipilification..., my art & dreams, rants & raves. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.