views from the Oblong box.
the legend of distrust is a long one, reaching farther back in time then perhaps at first conceivable by the human brain with those biased modern blinders built in from your time Here in the convenience cultural model, and the experiment will go on for many more years because of the self-righteous motion and manipulations of the cosmic well being raped by the minds of a reptilian man… always searching for more boundaries to exploit once they break down under the right pressures to burst through any of those morally imperative barriers, as this is what is preventing the nastier beasties from getting all the way in to make this a takeover, and it is humanity’s sense of warm-blooded compassion that defines the etheric space between them and us… the doors will only hold for so long because they are unlocked to the outside where the creatures we cannot trust roam, but more than a few have found a precedence within the new human culture where materialism has made itself the force to be reckoned with most in human affairs, often disguised as the average businessman looking to make an opportunity work for him in the most aggressive ways unimaginable to the rest of us lodged in a mortal frailty too afraid to allow the truth to be real to flawed sensibilities that carry us over generation after generation… the seed for distrust among the peasants was planted by the dramatic games that such “authorities” as royalty and high-ranking officers impressed upon their so-called inferiors, but when the upper echelons realized that all sorts of fun and manipulation and profits were to be gained from playing with the minds and emotions of what might have been fellow human beings, instead were looked upon as inferior slave-like vassals to be abused for the sake of power and the wealth of tyranny… a new dark age of politeness where the subversive intention is merely one of the maintenance in appearances, whether this means opposing the people who give up their trust to subdue any potential of dream achievement, or becomes a way for the upper point one percent to manipulate history through the secret schemes of dream-killing efficacy… some folks take to the extremes like its water for the bottle-nosed dolphin as they gang rape their girlfriend until she drowns, though infrequent among these aggressive cetaceans as the metaphor stands aside for the common ass-gaping that the government parlays into blue chips and stocks that won’t quit, but what is the poor little consumer left with when this is so much the case recently with these hungover modern nights?… the will of a people is subdued to put into place a tolerance for the rude and oblivious taking the respectable jobs away from those more deserving because of treacherous about-face plays for dominance and control as though the boardroom were anything like the wilds of a natural scene where beasts fight to survive this way, no what these fiendish weasels have procured with attitudes of disgrace is far more worthless than any paper chase that will lead to a hellfire and abandon scenario, but the words are working like weaponry under the skin of moralist judgment of sin which actually means ‘no’ in another language so i choose to follow this identity in place of the previous definition… there is no sane basis for these means of symbolic subversion that spin artists are paid to use to change the minds of the multitude, or worse yet feel a sense of duty righteous and abusive to train the rest of us meander thralls the right ways to be, at least satisfactory to THEIR ideal models of the way the world should work together in which harmony and hope are bankrupt twin flames burning away the days into nightmare states of militaristic warfare wishes reigning down fire upon the unknown peoples of other lands until they are subsumed into our own caustic worldview where no one lives and everyone must die… how depressing for the dreamers to see this volley in action day after day as though nothing will ever change again in this raw potential for truth and subtle humors, the foulest of which sit on seats of power and rule over our fates as long as they get their fat paycheck on time each time, while most of us settle for a suffering wage as we detach from the humanity we were given in the first place to better function in our paid way behaviors…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on September 2nd, 2011 in blogging, dark thoughts, my art & dreams, o for Onymy..., subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.