the prints of darkness
my worst traits are always out in the open for others to take witness to, and the flakier the better to distract the thoughtful to a crisper crust level, undoing all prior notion to build something from the ground up.
my worst traits are always out in the open for others to take witness to, and the flakier the better to distract the thoughtful to a crisper crust level, undoing all prior notion to build something from the ground up.
indecision abounds, and I can’t clear the ol’ noggin, friends… gaps in time lead me to be less than fruitful, and I can’t help but classify myself in these retarded constraints, even when I know I am not that terrible… Just uncomfortably lazy…
Kismet for the dying culture in the unquenchable age of thirst and famine for knowledge.
out of Context;
‘the massive bulk of human meat spends long hours staring into blank space on purpose. but is there anything to be seen there in that hapless void?’
dissuaded and dissatisfied with the corrupt aide of the ego in my culpable hands, attempting to harness my peculiar reasoning for a lifestyle set in contradiction, and take on the ownership of self through the lens of rational dichotomy in autonomy… crafting a question somewhere centered inside all real personal belief to be asking while staying true to the absolute identity…
out of Context;
‘faulty hardware that we are in control of only so far, and into the miasma we breed our worst interpretations of a soul.’
A better man could not have been found, but he has been haunting my dreams of late. Could he be that perfect person taking the apocalyptic role destined to proceed us to the end game? Is he really the fiend I might be implying? Only time will tell, and with the year 2012 fast approaching, it might just materialize as fact. Not a racist bone in me, I swear, but this change shit is a little too trippy for me. As most of our modern ancestors have been waiting for this step into innovation for ages. This civilization is coming to a frothy head, my darlings, and so on that note, this is only part of the beginning. As for the whole antichrist bit, what I am trying to get at is that Hey Seuss’ appearance on this plane …
out of Context;
‘Not a cannibalism of consciousness, but preserving and savoring the meal of existence, and my eyes reveal a distracted nature buried just below…Not always a heavenly distraction, either, but more or less a nasty little thought that pries its way through the muck on the surface, digging its hooks into the flesh to metaphysically snack on the negative emotional supercharge…Those ghosts know how to tear at one’s mind, don’t they?…’
out of Context;
‘My time Here has been marred by a handful of incidents as this, but my narrow-mindedness is not making me its bitch forever…Narrowing should only create a more focused approach Here, but if given the reigns, it can soon turn into a harrowing whirlwind to overcome…’
out of Context;
‘Procreate out of a fear of death, and I will show you the animal inside playing human games… That demon that houses this ghost, allowing us access to the machinery Here, and it is our choice to monkey-wrench or support this structure…’