Mister Goddamn.

i’m starting the blog off differently in light of a lack of internet at the workplace yesterday… today, i will start you off with a parody of the classic song ‘mister sandman’ before i get into my block of ruthless diatribe, and i hope you enjoy this before i do something with it…

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mister goddamned, i will refuse
will beat myself to kill all confusion
taking a spike to drive out abusers
to think that my life would be so much better

mister goddamned, alone with the drones
their stores are filled with jingles and moans
the dead are rising as from a bodies
but the deafened don’t understand they’re rotting

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mister goddamned, yes, can’t face the truth
got a funny feeling was just born to lose
compression of space/ time forcing to choose
mister goddamned gimme some proof

mister goddamned, shaman supreme
slip in so quiet into my dreams
get down slowly onto your knees
to let me know how much you’re diseased

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mister goddamned, your animal suit
is fading fast and sliding off the boot
do you think you can kill fear
mister goddamned, you are so queer

mister goddamned, yes, you feel for the show
but you are left with nowhere else to go
please get on your magic knees
mister goddamned, you’re guilty you’ll see

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negative repercussion dictates negative impulse, inundated with negative reinforcement as those are the options we choose, and we don’t necessarily see these patterns for what they are until later in our lives through experiences of recognition… working over the angle of parody is never easy if you concentrate attention at it, our place Here is predetermined to evade direct sight of it however it can manage in fits of survival rhetoric, and so what remains easy to some is hard as concrete for the others without a natural aptitude… using bullshit idols for our explorations into real experience by default because of the televised generation alive and aware and moving among us, television fed and brain dead as the vestigial parts need to be removed somehow, and we are left Here with barbarians and pseudo-scientific genius to motivate by any means necessary today… we only know how speak to each other on this base level of example by proxy interrelated to all things as we see them projected through the screen, and our daily conversation reflects this with each reference to something “cool” we saw on television the night before, all of us tuning in our minds to accept what we see… even among intelligent friends this can be a taxing exercise in futility and culture, as the hive adapts to its environment with millions of viral sensors exploring diversity in all its forms and meanings, but who are we to blame that truly deserves it?… obviously this whole system has perpetuated for some time Here, but few are capable let alone willing to point any fingers at themselves, this is at the root of our problems Here… willingness to profess and champion the admirable qualities while avoiding and dismissing the negative aspects in a full role reversal that still works its icky tendrils inside of us all, as our desires are laid out so simply, but now there is a definite need for changes to occur without the authorities ached bitching and complaining like the helpless bitches leashed to the system that they are… whereas everything a person says should be layered with meanings, and not merely the basic traits of symbolic communication either, as use of many levels of shared experience becomes accessible to the larger perspective that humanity is on the path of this progress… like dueling badgers just humming along to the strumming of banjos as the caption reads; ‘reality the way it really is’, this is the redneck disease of human ignorance that has plagued our kind since we have allowed others to usurp our ideals and hard work towards establishment of the social mind over the hive, but it is so damned difficult to wipe out all the bugs from within as without… such is life under the freakish glass dome we abuse to protect ourselves and our kind, letting there grow this self-inflicted authority upon the rest of civilization, and Here i cringe as the cancer will begin to take names and present workable options to the rest…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on June 22nd, 2011 in blogging, g for Galere..., m for Manque.., my art & dreams, rants & raves, subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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