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Making an ASS outta yoU and ME.

So the place and the time is rather negligent, and i really do not have the moments it would take to expand all of the horizons, there is only this short time that i have your attention Here… there are words that were never meant to be said out loud, those inner realms where sense was made over the span involved in casting aside the horrible skins that many of us shed, or take with us as the extra baggage throughout our lives… these possessed spirits inside the walls of tissue, the mess within the heads chiming, acoustic with the sounds of the immediate forever on all around… severed attentions cast aside for the pleasurable passions playing tricks with the mind’s eye sparkling in the well, that darkened center where the whirlwind takes flight from a fierce liquid trite and afraid, but where the water runs deep into the other side of the night sky pitch black too empty too describe… this is where the creative mind is cast aside without a gibberish rhyme to make right some kind of misstep… often left to wonder what it was i was thinking last… the trickiest part of feeding the inner bliss seems to be the realization of certain ephemeral qualities that lie just beneath the surface of this cosmic well… destiny is not so tiny when you imagine where depth of the unlimited could conceivably go without a human tether to play utter ‘dimensia’ with… the blasphe-meme that constantly rotates in our tumblers for brains is that we have to feed the survival instinct to such a degree that we literally feel nothing about using the last of what is left, leaving a populace tricked into thinking there would always be more, and then movement in secret to discredit the truth no matter what real effect it could have would be beneficial to the rest of us, and sometimes it leaves me wondering if it is worth it at all to pursue a life that lives luxuriously at the expense of any other being’s potential energy and life’s work… what if i am not the innovator that i might have been possible of while young?… what happened to that strapping young lad, huh?… what if the reason plastic and oil are hand-in-hand Here is that, and this is a rather strange theory I admit, it sucks the real potentially beneficial energies straight out of the earth from the mouths of babes and into our next days garbage bags filled with shit and staining the ground forever… takes the positive and creative unknown and solidifies it into plastic materialistic bullshit so utterly useless in the long run…. we have been tricked for awhile now… now the oil is almost nil, and few ways left to re-think about it realistically… it still seems to require by-products of something to exist… perhaps hastening the ending without regard for any survivors… the ringing syndrome flows through the hollow between my ears, and makes me wish i was just a particle again, some side of me in there somewhere… i do not cast aside ideas too easily, i do not think it gives the concepts true justice amidst the evolution of other gems in the lava, but that doesn’t stop the charcoal from reaching the diamond level… sorry, metaphor happens to be a hobby Here, and i feel myself float away down Here when the mood strikes…

Thanks, khet.