people who don’t speak have a wealth of information stored within their minds…professional people with their words of wisdom are outright in their ignorance, but only as far as they would ever think they are on the right side at the insistence of a problem, at which time they seem convinced of a possible solution…not always the ‘right’ decision, but one that comes to take that place in value of appearing in the ‘right’…these mutts run our world…the solvers and solution makers…even though there is no great and worthy “final solution” here, that doesn’t seem to stop the zealots from trying to find one, and zealots turn into idiots so much in the past…speaking their technical jargon, and eluding all meaning through pretentious bullshit, evading the need to explain their true motives for “success”…in accordance with all proposed laws, …
I regret to inform those of you out there, but I hate little punks that have no respect for others’ feelings. Hate is not a word used liberally these days, and love is used far to much as a shallow substitute for actual feeling. I don’t ‘love’ all of my fellow species, making my love weak and worthless, and then find it so much easier to make my hate a focused beam of pain and torment to inflict upon others. Instead, I choose to hate everyone, thus making my hate fairly milquetoast in comparison with my pure and undiluted love, and the coldness I maintain is necessary to keep potential fiends at bay…looking to absorb the random warmth from those they can feed from so easily. You pay attention to what you want, and I …
I have seen ruins tumble from above, darkening the sky as they fall, and America looks to be wracked by an ill-conceived pain of conscience…as the second Bush exits for the final time, I sit and wonder where the time will go, but only when I consider that, any way will be better than the rule of the mad retard tyrant that we had…Unless, of course, there happens to be another retarded tyrant in the White House…Ruins keep tumbling away toward the sea…
‘used…the tissue…no other ends…’
out of Context;
‘what is the trigger that lies deep within the fiery terror that possesses the tormented complacence we are within?’
out of Context;
‘those that partake obviously feel guilt from some modern slight to need the quantified lusts for death reveal a terrorized note in the cacophonous humor bringing tumors… where does the sacrifice begin inside this coached betrayal of self?…’
out of Context;
‘More than just linear thought patterns that evoke a solid state with reality, but what it is that is this dust, these forces balancing constantly…’
‘swirls…against…me being insane…’
