to Domesticate the Public Opinion
each speech defines the terms, the oral contract like a cataract undulating for these auspicious occasions we reveal to the others lost amongst false pillars of the community stacked like salt to assault the open wounds, and glaring at the source for our pain we demand an end to this intolerably bad behavior before some savior comes and affixes your lips shut with a simple smile and wave of the hand suturing subtly the need to express our dissent decently without the corrupted servile assumptions for which we are all confined… a nonsense feels to oppose this common sense held as standard for the medium of human feeling as the craving surge curious for other words to ascribe turns of phrase which mean something different than this quizzical perception, transcendental animals cannot be lifted higher to the next plateau as long as the oppression shows us the truth in our flaws beyond which we never seem to look around for any better ways to embrace each other’s viewpoints minus the judgmental facial expressions ensnared in the grips of the social nexus where everyone is suspect in the midst of their own equal rights to things as we all are subject to this slip of the tongue with each slur or disturbed word dropped like a hint to the rest of the puzzle within, but this sleepy pursuit for a freed mind is one thing though the truth can sometimes lead us individually toward another route altogether without looking forward long enough to see what lies beyond the horizon split by the shadows and silhouettes of nature and all that humanity has interjected into the untouched with various pollutants as much as blood and ingenuity working to fit a common goal no matter the natural repercussions… the odds not always stacked in favor of particulars as indifferent to how evenly the balance of the game being played is maintained as adaptable interests will find the opportunity to gain even if that means having to dispose of a few bodies, or stepping on others to make a name to create a vacuous momentum of attention as social voodoo whirlwind trying to siphon willpower from every denizen native Here that gives in for generations or otherwise starting right Now makes no difference as the tugging ebb like emotional tide can move in-between fragmented periods of consciousness, whether we are properly equipped when these instances occur is always in our best benefit though not a certainty to rely upon with others involved in those preparations in journeying beyond a hive/ herd mentality mechanically driving any sanity…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on March 30th, 2014 in blogging, d for Dysteleology..., o for Onymy..., p for Periclitate..., rants & raves, subdued wisdom, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.