Why live when you could die?
Doctor Thompson – A person such as this genius will never die truly, and few conservative dicks will ever realize this ideal…Grow fat and die, consumer…
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the holi-dazed.
out of Context;
‘where the individuals clash in awkward constraints, each posed in thought over some conflicting issue, and there the silence begins. not the freakish stuttering of random effects, but the full-on intercourse of communication breakdown. I despise that place with a passion, where either has ideas unheard and unprocessed, and yet the words vastly ignore the point of speaking.’
intenses.
tendrils of sonic facets sparkle slicing through the air towards me with octopus’s grace.
the first sane word.
feeding the imagined soul, not the outer hollow realms, but the real ideas that manifest outside ourselves.
the real live among us.
‘when you see those daylight vampires upon the streets, you tell them from me that the nine to five ain’t working out, and they need to raise the minimum wage Here…’
the post-13th.
the marriage of the ridiculous to the erroneous was in stark contrast that day of days…the sacrificial scapegoat scraping by on loose amounts of change and reason…an altered ego applied against the fascist status quo with onward fears of where to go next…the ulterior motive sways precariously from limb to limb, and my senses reel from the chaos that ensues therein…the drive is a creative one, but manifests in bold swatches and swathes over time’s collapsing rays of hope…seeking release deserves its period in the son…wordplay not so much a game as a means to express and digress throughout all progress Here…discoveries of the other parts of me are taking hold, and my mind defiles the kindness that forces itself upon the others…authority counts the moments until my demise, and my eyes can’t see what the point ever truly …
the pre-13th.
so another one is on the horizon again…how severe to be stuck in this space of confinement yet again…the motion turns it on tomorrow, but my eyes need not see, no ears to hear through static contemplations…the intriguing sustenance gained from positive flow is undeniable, and makes my feelings ring with a passionate pace, though the negative space filters in through like a radioactive drip that keeps lingering inside the instinct…an industrial strength flair for the impassioned plea to exceed…the goals from parents, the thoughts towards a desecrated future, and the delivery of pursuit into an even darker reality…what is this fear that resides in mind of the hatred that succeeds to pull the distracting muscle pushing backwards on the teeter-toter of realized experience and the nature of second-guessing?
….I speak of jealous things that well-up from the heart, eating …
self’s Tarot trepidation – part two
9 parts deep; 1st -Significator, 2nd -Air, 3rd -Fire, 4th -Water, 5th -Earth, 6th -Triangle/ Left, 7th -Triangle/ Right, 8th -Reconciler, 9th -Triangle/ Center… answers to questions you need only ask once…
shite’s happening.
out of Context;
‘the senses can overwhelm the user, creating a need in the resident to get free, but not always in a pleasant way depending upon the person who chooses to leave. abuse of the reason to live is no means to destruction, just more reason to wonder what the hell is going on within the mental illness of the capitalist pigs ruling over the ruling party no matter what.’
searching the cells.
out of Context;
‘to surge ahead is the greatest wealth that the electric soul can provide, and potential becomes kinetic so easily, thoughts become the next new structure to dismantle at some point. humor allows for this balance to thrive within the most degrading and deranged circumstances. the structures function through their internal dichotomies, and this altogether makes the understanding of the knowledge so more potent.’