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on into the Noize parade.

what is this useless revolution that half of us couldn’t care less about, that keeps moving forward past all effluvium of excitement that sustains the momentum of this creature we committed into being Here, and we all appear scared as fealty to this waylaying aspect that drives us to abandon our preconceived notions of glamor and substance… what is this aspect of the lazy soul that we try to express that has no momentum on its own, but to digress away or perhaps against the subject of this particular rejection, we see the movement on for one obnoxious concept to the next in a degenerating procedure meant for very few humans in the near future who will approve of the speeches made Here… the milked glandular problems of the mental ferocity thinking on the dead awake and screaming, but we will have none of it in this life we are living as though we have never lived before this which i feel is false to forgive in this plastic test tube of a system, an organic and sloppy portal wet and dreaming of somewhere to stick it in with all the rhetoric laid like bricks against this wall i have built with bitter strength with my own hands in the dark… lit against a dank background, bloody and pulsating, within my mind… third eye sights into the tricks of the trade as though it all just happened to be laid out before the age of thirty, but quick and hapless fixation upon the youthful distractions was always useless as an inanimate path to follow without a friendly and comforting group to equip oneself with, all the games just became confused chat sessions in the flesh before the indigenous population of the digital realms of today that have utterly overtaken the transfer of energy output by human engines affixed onto their systems of choice… this ranting and raving thing which the human has interfaced some real feeling from this displaced hologram of existentialism realized into being for simple idea into missile-like meme into some vessel that transferred it on like something quite viral, what some might consider insane by Lovecrafted stays of the mind that sways intoxicated some days too late in need to take this early in the days ahead, but is what we glimpse really the same ever that sane again as the way we first treated it and those days left in the wake of broken bass guitar drunken sophisticates lashing out vocal cords over that throttle of stupidity in mighty gulps of screaming open air epiphany… tonight was different matter altogether as i much enjoyed the quipping back and forth over the point of visions against a backdrop of both emotions invisible and loud voices drizzled over the microphone in heaping helpings for the ears to bleed in extremes of obscenity in universal stripes of fact and fiction in the end, playing the artful games of pretend just to make some sense of the captured policy we are in witness to from empty at the very beginning, but do i have any skills to match or flow over top in the cadence of my words’ descriptive chase throughout the various situations to adapt oneself to these events as particular opportunities manifest probable enough through the unknown?… a has-been that never-was is this perilous stance taken because i am so curious to find out what happens when the never-was plants the psychic seed that retains in the conscious mind a fragment of such delicious self-important stage aware of beauty in life, that stage you might call fame but that is one of many fabled names and lies describing the hand of god that lives then decays, and recycles into the background rhythm alive and self-aware only to a point of what resides inside of anyone… you make everyone a witness to the shift in paradigm justice that thrills as it jilts the annoyed and responsive alike… back into the armed realm of epiphanies and graceless moral behaviors as pictures shining upon the retinal mind’s eye wall as a static drift takes place over emotional wavelengths, shattering the mold created by a consumer culture binging on the frightening adult world of sin and monsters to grant everyone into a glimpse of the ornate swagger that this mildewed mindset is imprinting into us, and that world is going poof no matter what we can do to save ourselves from total ruin because we still have a glimmer of hope that echoes in spite of the dark matter on top of that describes the human’s ability to lie or cheat or steal the things we need…

Thanks, khet.