‘the bowels of language’ {TO THE VOWELS}
A “how” is the Action, the mention being much less than these feats that upon impact,
that can force us to achieve as much as fail…failure doesn’t mean ‘DEATH’
as much as we perceive it to be, lessons in building pressure and tension.
E “what” is the Energy, which can evade human engineering to create new and better patterns
to eventually lead to better situations, and it flows through everything
as they exist as artifacts in this dimension of analysis.
I “who” is the Individual, both the mastery and perceived subjugation of others
underneath no matter what the conceptual dividing line managed by these charged compromises
and collaborations intentionally pushing others into roles which constantly question the integrity of any given set of conditions.
O “where” is the Occupation, which could be either a career or something driven that occupies
the mind …
the dirt dug us deeply six feet from the last bodies that dropped there having made the mistake of dying so slowly that the world change around us to be tempted by watershed marks on the pavement left after the seas of our past in a strange repetition of the past sagas swept over the ruling parties standing tall and upright to mimic and strive boldly into those false fates first in rejection of a solid and stable foundation to begin the quest out there and thus finally finish the question over doubt and skeptical sermons about the powers-that-be being present though not altogether aware of the future that would rise pushing promotions of civilized solicitation and lobbied an insanity into existence out of nightmares barely credible outside of the human mind seen as alien more than simply other …
walking contra-coding dictionary quite contrary not the most bestial beast in the who’s zoo of guinea pig blues put out profanity like a vanity of flames conflagrating as much congregating while stalking and tailing the families of the elite few knowing nothing but trivial skeleton keys able to unlock greater knowledge than what exists in these invalid dominions wasting their ways to make due urgent clues that follow a mystery or two toward misery or perhaps abuse of common sense laboriously confused as arguments for or against those in whom make up the actual majority of a consensus reality generating holograms left as markers on a live-action map of the Now Here where we witness that all variables get their time in the sun with as much of the sum of parts unknown as they can find themselves truly …
fundamental revision of whatever one thinks life is expected to be as the curious variables swarm to devour us all whether we happen to be ready or never-ready tricked by the purposeful accident that gets caught in our way when it is least expected as weakness and vulnerability strike with almost no informing, the phantom moment in ignorance as the only calm before the storm warping whimsical vessel into a debauched visceral alien animal devoid of helpfully-handy composure and compassion in order to intimidate everyone into a place of subordination to appear as singular self-righteous and superior even though the angle is radically-bent at least at first, and then the demonic veneer gets worn through in a funerary rite running scared from the scars accrued already so far that it gets a little bit in the ole Out There …
the insulted extinguish anguish exsanguinating of simplest harmonies quite differently it would seem to lead to friction subtle motions replace us by impeding and to some extent impressing we who move without a thought to whom gets a bit more damaged than the rest of us, trails of icy ghosts who inhabit the lives of mere children with eyes of an experienced adult raging against the cold change that occurs when all is feeling lost and vague an attack on the human condition as we all do it to each other in this odd course of give and the takes we return to keep others in subjecting people under a control as much as the bloodless mob mentality can without some form of product that creates repercussions of reflected behavior in the mirrors our faces represent to be sure that some …
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‘harsh consequences bringing about cause and effect as established fact to be learned or earned by made mistake assessed as lesson, and not the dead end of failure used to blockade people from their destinies deemed worthy by forces allowing us to be where we are so that we utilize our freedom of choice for more than merely selfish tricks pulled out of the hat shooting from the hip to fake it until a successfully remaking of ourselves into who we were envisioning as who we would be by Now through whims wonder and fantasy that affect the presence as the aura or think of it as the palpable emotional self as stays a frame or two out of sync with our version in the present of Now the only thing that is real…’
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‘public face on a certain amount of information as consensus reality’s stamp of approval calling forth the critics some to deny its entry into popular belief the digital relay between man and machine changes as well to new frequencies of exaggerated dalliance trying to form absolutes of alliance and agreed upon boundaries as lines not to be crossed even as Mankind defied these ideas themselves long ago before the standards impressed in after effects of government intrusion staking shady claims upon defilers of environmental concerns as they raise to crescendo pitch, and affect the peoples within that greater majority appealing for a stasis that relies not on status or respect gained from financial certitude through which the obnoxious attitude is evolved into an animal substitute to the challenge of mating…’
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‘we might convince others as who we are, but this always requires proof that was at one time difficult to find no matter the topics to which one was inclined assimilated and found incorporating it into a daily dramatic regimen usually most profound when growing older still into impressions work of all natures once the staggered arrested attested development trail plateaus toward higher ground though a wealth of lies and truth tied it to those fascist heart strings long ago which explains a little on why “their” kind steadily grows as extinct as the men women and children tribal and natural systemic invaders to then pilgrims and puritans even as it masked a truer patriot intent of self-righteous honored exterminator of masculine unpleasantness in those Now long dead days…’
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‘dying scream of doubt to be betrayed by the doctors and their cold stinging err, or the warriors who come out to play and decide they want to kill a man and rob him in the streets crazy from the trip to hell and back attacking another person whether needed or not creates knots in the system cannot untie even as unified and united their might seems to be some good guys some bad guys though the test of casualties becomes the surprising rise in the tidal wave goodbye to eclectic electric gaps far scarier charismas of delicious gravity ahead severing the knots with swirling blades like cyclones whirling a winding wind blown beyond those winsome memory lanes a bit farther than a disciplined Mankind can travel even though from Here you can get very far indeed..’
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‘the rooster or peacock whose job is to play alpha while praising jah when wobbling on our morals and ethics while in the midst of managing to raise the stakes a little bit higher as though this were something to bet upon… the precise demonic prods culling the queues to an unusual excuse used to abuse the forced of their good behavior projected out onto others to create a mythological message that fulfills a self-manifesting prophecy pushed along by that ambiguous consciousness that sometimes lack a minds’ eye for conscience the science perhaps of conscious pursuit of caring and compassion as solipsistic trial by effort returning those curious elements animating the corpses-to-be we are Here becoming more than animal or aliens trying to perceive what human means…’