the art of helping.
a warped reflective chancre that persuades the dim view darker, some individuals worth mentioning because of their endearing compassion, however, I don’t happen to work with any of those people right now.
a warped reflective chancre that persuades the dim view darker, some individuals worth mentioning because of their endearing compassion, however, I don’t happen to work with any of those people right now.
out of Context;
‘you are all lunatics perverted by the lack of real control that I might seem capable to sustain…’
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 …