Dreams
It’s father took a sandwich off the table, opened the child’s fractured face, placed the food within the shiny red pulp, then shut the bloody flaps sealing the head.
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the darkness in the headlights.
Fed through what the world experiences as us, but we are not merely the pawns or puppets of some triumphant kings or things from another cosmic power… We must stack the odds in our favor one day at a time…
dribble the spittle.the perilous riddle
this tainted toss oozes lust from the crust
a dark dismay apparent with the skill of a ferret
sneaking the belittled bites into those filthy minds
what powers these mortals think they are squandering
from afar the sight seems wrecked, ramshackle, and split
the terror enters the secretions of the mob as the feelings pour
bleeding like crying for the benefit of more and taking less time spent
tinkling against the pavement becomes a game of thieves on high as fiends
totally aware that they taint and mash our dreams into the pie of belief and cream
bought, buying, sold are tastes of exquisite resonance as the thoughts dance forsaken
expanding fists into hands of needy remorse for lost wages tossed aside for the personal
war of the skill masked by faith in crime of life stealing met by chosen ones in the street level
size of force to manipulate the …
the Dead Beat Generation (a manifesto)
the torment makes us hard and difficult to see their infectious ways, but in the unity of shared ideas, we can escape the grip that those would think they have on us… we never gave up our souls for this…
The demonic etheric
Anyway, on the verge of throwing up my own site about the demonic fields (Ahrimanic and Luciferian forces) which have been growing in strength [go ahead, Khet, tell your theory on where Hitler’s soul juice went to] and opposition to the Good Guys [the Authorities and their numbers, who cannot intervene except when one knocks on that door and approaches without fear], I have been researching earlier mention of these etheric entities which we live alongside, and who milk us for our etheric energy.
Deity Dead
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘a murky sampling of earth as law
but we know we are more free
than that when we are emptied
into a world so raw, we come…’
Disaster descends on me.
You may think that your life is a crude play in some demented playwright’s hands, but I think you are far too conceited for that to be true…We all may be a cast of characters in a demonized version of the truth, but we hide truths vastly greater than the sum of all parts…Our own microcosms spin egocentrically around ourselves cast as the sun…The diplomacy you may think you show towards others is the revealing mask to your inner demons…They betray you and bankrupt your soul’s energy, and not for any special causes as you would dream to perceive…Instead, they puncture your particular little universe to spread the foul-smelling putresence you wish not to be, but that sits there rotting on your plate…It is not foulness that acts within me to speak these words, but a desire to tell …
Destination Mutation.
out of Context;
‘so where does devolution come into play?…When the artificial self decides it wants to be organic again?…What mockery is this to the gods we are…Swaying fatally back and forth over the extremes…Making solid decisions is best left to those with the controls firmly in place, and to those with the awareness necessary among these beasts making out like people ought to be…I question the assault on our senses, and ask forgiveness from no soul who tries to find their own version of this reality…’