branded dead.
So I have once again managed to defile my thoughts into conformity to the cultural status quo. How rude of me to expect fair representation through the harmony of dissonant thoughts. The amalgam of my compounded passion, relying upon the inner martyr, and making the proper sacrifices to the ‘god culture finite’. Nah, all crosses to bear when beating a dead horse with a plunger. This toilet’s been clogged for dimensions of light equivalent to the extent of the rot apparent on the dead animal. My mother came to visit me last week, and it frightened us all from that day forward. Too little room for what doesn’t need to find a home Here. The sedative effects of this magnet strip has pulled me too far from the center, and my relocation is overwhelming and alarming. Swaying from the exhausted fumes of the world gathered around, and fetishistic obsession with the plateau beyond solid energy. Hologram concrete. Where is my mind in these days of distress? Fettered too quickly to the artificial facets of this projection. Defensive self-protection, gasping for air, and forcing to bear witness to the stolid function of humanity’s wedge of historic manipulation. Why does history bear repeating? The same mistakes keep happening, and our sour issues push each other to the surface. Here is our representative of nature’s revenge, both upon ourselves and our reality, but also will one day take away our awareness of real. A seismic force pummeling past the past of our own unmaking, creating a deity of defiant behavior in reaction to our actions, and the obnoxious actions of the slice and cut. The nip and tuck to take away the potential for other beings being born too prematurely. My skills nurture a merry middle ground that takes miles to get to, if you walk there, but would be easily passed into through the soul. The pondering lust for answers floats to the surface where ideas manifest, and questions begin the spiralling perilous spin. There are few there that can be most impressed upon the centered mindset with channels changing always.
Thanks, khet.
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