…still, Burn the fingertip, as ghosts in the obscene…

…casual atrocity ingestion digestion absorption and assimilation every day routine feeds this range of motion organic monomers radioactive from the constant of devouring required to proceed forward with necessary words to defeat the rage inside horrified at detrimental movements in such progress to assess what is best the responsibility is yours Here consensual depictions of emotional depth finding relevant relative qualities we are able to somehow relate to through our rough and tumble journey picking up collectable traits as needed along the way and anchoring us to primal concepts preliminary while even only harboring the slightest holographic representation of initiative, nature sending out layers of external enzymes to devour process and absorb directly from the environment saprozoic sanctity homologous creatures separating by analytics in collections of spectral data in order to further classify and define lines used normalizing atrocious behaviors authority indulges in decay and mayhem associated with death ritual playing around with primordial fears without regarding that in collateral damage the sacrificial jams Here set unspoken rules into motion from ages long ago forgotten now ether instead of being dismissed by those disbelieving in powerful magics actualized immediacy in attempting immunity to its more poisonous side effects visible everywhere, retreating into less constructive critical thinking once the trusted authority by whose radius of reputation extends as far as repetitive ‘conform or die’ message can sound has assured certain confidential rights previous political associations concerned in making people more pliable than capable of standing up for themselves connected by the rest of the systems in place throughout compromising situational series of and empty promises containing others through manipulation and deception sinister enough to bring problems to those not expecting them to occur undermining qualities of living we all seem to be suffering through universally as naive humans in uncertain times… sustaining this heathen earth as plausibly derived from focused awareness lately creating tunnel vision for the bearer of such conditions clarifying the steel from the butter so-to-speak glee for the industrial-grade ghee distilled from this cherished commodity as it filters through many hands keys to unlock the world of ghosts within welded to the flesh as our melting brains extrude from melted bodies rendering the fat useful to those that know how passed down secrets for generations of familial curating and archiving carefully precious parts of the formula while assuring incomplete copies to allow these specific pieces be maintained intact, primeval flow ebbing inevitability medieval to one of digital evils pegging witnesses held in this criminal nursery colluding to commit crimes of opportunity accountable across all spectrum of lingering absurdity as libel and liberal vivid sectional of self though easily lost in the latent conversion process into covert and decisive missionary co-modifying this cosmic lemniscate together designed for blatant militant actions conveniently positioned scurrilous terrestrial extras lodged Here useful when necessary to cause crippling offensives by humbling the opponents one faces where diplomacy means never having to reduce oneself to throwing feces as long as such conflicts require extreme measures, bad expectations not great when there is nothing to look forward to but death alluding to reckless reclusive behaviors acting in shadow behind the eyes still allowing unrestrained and licentious burning as mourning spirits born longing as no one notices which are relevant until after the fact remains covered up and one must attack the truth in order to find it finally revealed glowing broken open from the obscuring mystery suddenly dissolved though not necessarily confident memories of those moments will exist when proactive phantasms pushing us are gone and left to be discovered by others seeing with renewed interest…

thanks, khet_:/

Posted by :\_khet on November 25th, 2024 in b for Boyg..., critical concepts, my art & dreams, personal afflictions. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

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