the Clitic and queen dada.

they enamored with the splendid realization, a method in the midst of remarkable madness standing still, and in memphis is where they chose to make this myth… with a manner most graceful at first, the queen stood at the stairs dressed in abstract things, knowing it couldn’t get anywhere worse… but it did, and these things that were done came with conscious admonition, in a perpetual state of ‘what if’… the host is the language as the memes crawling insectile create an image aware of my chitinous grin as i laugh, the story betrays its teller, as though that were even the necessary push to seem safe and credible in the wake of something sane… i digress, penn, the process seemingly utterly wasted outright, and the public needs to know if the pelvis is getting around without their strict knowledge… the suspicious crying king reigning over a popular opinion, that fictional police force thinking their jurisdiction is Here, inside that so-called captive mind… always trying to get my mind around the motive… any who, the past was more ‘us’ than we will care to realize, just because there is no absolute will or way, does not mean that the thoughts mean nothing… i hate this story the most… deify the ghosts as their “dead” energy gets reabsorbed, the children start as small positive quantities, but growth seems awkward as it creates a separation of senses and the sensory… a dangling whip-like appendage, the Clitic, stands distinctive in this corrupted linguistic trick of the mind… the process of control seems like a theory of control, different for each unique character scripted in this act, and appearing as continuous variables uninterrupted by time… even as our vertical awareness stirs our soul, the opinion mentioned earlier is responsible for sending out batch quantities of life for specific end results, to control a discrete robotic assembly working to manifest its will… a theory on process theology could be described as not everything is god’s will, but god has a will in everything as all experience contributes to the process of reality, you could further break that down into god as persuasion… again, the modern and past pantheons come into hazy view, and concerning the anthropomorphizing of our own ancestor spirits into a greedy self-serving sublimation… the psychology of which desires a transformation into the gaseous phase from this solid state amplified, without ever having to deal with the weight of the emotional “waters” embedded within all of us, and creates the necessary opposition to the raging fires provoking mayhem and havoc… then to realize that these scenarios are slightly modified forms of this everyday life we see, the modern immortals are wrapped in devil plastic as the objective eternity after death, and to think we are the living god… “god” as containing the universe though not identical with this cosmic symbol, theorizing that “god” is the ever-changing aspect that ends up being changeable by the changing cosmos, perhaps allowing a god to “experience” humanity… for those believing in a greater good in the audience, i will not leave you out, a liberation theory on theology circulates that this god shows no support for “status quo” while actualizing in a relationship to guide liberation… sorry, but the queen is dead…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on March 13th, 2011 in blogging, c for Colluvies..., my art & dreams, personal afflictions, rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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