are there thoroughfares where our pro-ducted trivial fashioning becomes its own a life and thus turns a concept into reality? a place lodged in imagination somewhere between the oh-so classically-defined shadow where the subconscious dark matter of all perception uses jagged little barbs as set of cilia particular peculiarity parallel to what may be a wise experiential decision that as humans digesting the real further can confine in our passions onto the “knowns-and-unknowns” found in playgrounds and battlefields that soon consist of those marked parameters which contain us within oblong finality that either burns or breaks down in this decidedly unappealing journey of once we get to a certain narrowed idea of a ‘what it is we think life is truly to us’ as then the individuals who perceive any duality at all, that as rite of productive constructive …
‘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 …
divinity made us digest the manifestations of a source whose silver cord from the motherboard is as vital an accessory as any hairs teased or plucked out of the visions beheld by few but those bodies eclectic enough to run through their river of life thoughtful of the safety switches that dismantle a system like this so thoroughly-upheld because otherwise total chaos is not reliable or so can be said by creators of a differing strain at odds because of the pain of elements like queer variables stacking up odds cracking the compulsion of worry and dread that possesses our souls for a collected sort of flawed creatures crawling as much as trolling the passersby whom trash each other by the age old rarified stench for which we find ourselves used to much like the climate and its ever-changing …
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 …
the screeching of the weasels and the cries of the carrots echo down in the park this jungle has become drumming as much free basing off of the fear ruling the streets to make the consequences more distinct to those who refuse to pay attention even though they realize the hollow highs costing us our space and time if we waste too much of it to then become just another lesson to be recorded to teach the hoarders to confess their syntax with languages so late they are deceased or believed to be that way oppressed as dead “men” have no tails or threads used in a long drawn out series of threats as solely benefits anyone adapted and dying to take advantage of the greater collective hard-pressed to commit to a better future in easy-made instructions written for …
taking a look at myself and others in ways that proceed to canceling each force unfathomed separate from a looking glass that resembles more a needle’s eyes threading through narratives compiled and catalogued by the faces then to be housed behind the masks of skin held tight and high in places we would rather wreck loose festering hidden away as tribulated why it works this way and how as systematic anthems grind and corrode against the splendid veneer chromed to the touch in the worldly political politeness that eats our souls while leaving burning reminders haunting the hollow hell sights set aside for the punishable numbers remaining through tragic collapse these times into strange situations contradicted by martyrs and tyrants tirades cutting and rutting deeply psychic wounds by taking lives in modern fashion fucking up these whys with the …
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 …
out of Context;
‘these societal jolts that surge and quake through the conceptual concrete of this civilization creeping crawling in a maze of its own demi-urgent technology eulogizing the human trevails made exploits by the savage cunning stunts of the barbarism to defile things before an us as we know it now was set in place by a fascist yearning for stable almost predictable patterns to cut monotone of complexity into bits and bytes data to be easily absorbed by the system simply made up of us, ouroboring into humanity through the culture created introducing barriers of classification into a dialogue about the core corpse forcing all of us to control as universal body politicks and leeches ingrained into the bedazzle of this systemic infection using havoc and mayhem to redefine a century for its own ideas of interpretation…’
out of Context;
‘appeals to those roving band images idealized proliferated and executed by the up-and-coming surges of starlight blighted as the bequeathed dubbed and knighted lords and tyrants are spilling their bile into rivers and streams making fevers and plagues where there were none as manifest destiny lashes the whip against all of whom choose a standing up for themselves to a supine loss of orientation and collaborative communication through the greater massive obeying passively a general law taken in the form of resonating frequencies frantically-breaking down that item in human willpower attempting to release and retain itself the leaps and boundless imaginations, recreating itself from the massive combinations gestating through a nurtured perpetuity equally actively pushing its agendas as well through as many avenues of thought as become institutions…’
out of Context;
‘death striking surely too soon to prepare for all scenarios almost conceitedly conceived of or believed in as empirical truth tested and absolute reigning proactively seeking the peak and plateau under its possession and utilization as working classes caught in the traps laid like caltrops in the closed waking eyes opening to these devices yearned for to simplify living even though by interconnecting in all of these objects riding a fine line defined by terms helpfulness to helplessness taken as granted specific division ages old, but terror and horror are very real very primal archetypes adapted to our hordes of gadgets and gizmos some used by remote control though distance won’t save everyone from resistentialism if it too like a virus infects our programs keeping us from meeting gory ends by the shining chrome of our creations…’