Forward to independence.
so what have we Here?… anything worth seeing badly-spelled and things put together in uncomfortable ways remotely implied as antisemitic and harshly-racist, the excremental feces painted like graffiti all over the walls, and a hatred recklessly boiling into others’ lives who have no need or wont for these ragged and caustic concepts slathered all throughout the mindscape… concepts of glowering refuse recycled by a mind wasted of conceptual direction wasting time before a great uplifting, Here were the words left in their place that place left by the marks and scarring that damage rendered done by the scalding fist called out to strike glory into the hearts of men, and leaving the women folk to reproduce their kind in the wake of these disastrous states that were donated to us by repugnant and remedied ancestors incestuously digging their penises into the open wounds they have created as catalyst to an explosive lust from the knots unseen wishing the worst of the unknown upon our other influences before subduing the meddlesome purpose of humanity… the crusades of the corrupt in holy names that play tricks and games with the stink of civilized traits, as more ludicrous cretins take the seats of power to further spread dissent among these people creating the lines to divide the masses with, but making the game the more insidious by allowing the “players” to flesh out their definitions for themselves based around a handful of vague statements about truth… not statements of truth, like we would otherwise choose to see in order to have a better handle on the familiarity we all share as this being in unison, and sharing the effects of this motion in cycles of ripple and repercussion too far gone to accurately predict anything… the lower classes rise up when the heat gets to be too much to allow the higher classes to reign over them any more, but what ideology rules over any of us in our single unit lifestyles?… there are truth-seekers and there are the stories about those adventures, and it is these tales of wanderlust that compels the youth forward out of the isolation they have become sheltered under like vicarious thrills as the holy drills you like impetus of disease, whether nun or priest or some perfect sainted thing dressed and blessed and saved beyond the human suffering death wish to let the strongest yet survive and live… the build-up popping of the facial blemish like a volcanic wretch over all life that is known to wipe the slate clean yet again, some people pray for this to occur without consulting the rest and thinking the worst of whatever is out there, and then they might say that this is for our own good with villainous cackle included as the finger presses hard upon the nuclear vessel that humanity has become… defeated by the radioactive, the next form that defies logic of death or disease beyond light and restriction of authority, but we are held in place by lifetimes of intra-contradictory meanings and methods to organize something almost anything from this madness… the breakdown of Latin into Spanish into the symbols of English that we seem to consider as literacy, the meanings and methods melt into different forms as the years turn into centuries and so on as long as humans continue to take the posture of observer and default life form in charge of moving time and space for its own ulterior motivations, but the devil in the details might actually be more or less rooted to what we have been manipulated to believe as truth from the very beginning… controversial idea about to spill forth is not necessarily new or revolutionary, early into the membrane of history every tribe looking for the essence of superiority that will allow them a crucial role in the manifesting of the human experience, and these early wizards and warlocks became religious founders to further assimilate with an ever-changing cultural plateau as this was the next step for them once the twin circuits of time and space brought no real challenge… however, echoes of these primal frequency of conspiracies hit us even now under the disguises of Masonic ritual and Islamic-Christian iconography taken too far by the latest fascist fundamentalist regime to sway the power stick, and there lies a controversial conservative twitch within every lie using religious imperative to do god’s will… where’s your champion now when the lies match the intent plundering the truth to death while the rest sit there helpless but to watch it?…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on July 4th, 2011 in blogging, f for Floccinnaucinihilipilification..., my art & dreams, rants & raves, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.