Optimal Delusion.

there were thoughts that one could never speak of, thoughts that when observed would change the turn the tide of that convoluted thing that is the human mind, and the speed at which such observations are corrected by the strength of emotions… that incredible description of how one feels in the age of high-speed internet and wireless fidelity lining to the inside of our imaginations, the worlds that line our internal conceptions of what is real, and at which particular age does that standard follow-through within the material plane breakdown to create a unique atrophy that afflicts the brain stem in its reptilian behavior embedded deep into the DNA that grips a material soul to infuse with the conscious arsenal from the brain on the reservoir tip… our tricks collapse in on themselves in the chaos that awakes when we make mistakes in this semi-neurotic landfill as things like the shape-shifting nature of the hybrid humanity in this real time modern plague of techno-babble sinking in to decimate the throes of forgotten godlike cretins from the sedimentary layers of the dead history that has ever come before, and may even as yet appear afterward when our time is come for other possibilities to acquire some better stabilizer fins than this state we’re in, among the demented compatriots that shallowly only know their own ways through this murky decrepit place… inhabiting a positive disguise while walking in the midst of these losers collected Here like monsters herded and waiting to be destroyed, a lonely display for those millions of cells and souls to recollect into some other functional being as yet another avatar and instrument of the heavens, and allowing us to roam like unfiltered water or wandering cattle each with a potential to fill the airwaves with utter bliss or unerring stupidity… at whatever point, though, we can be chosen for something other than ourselves at a time when we least expect it to be true even among the other emotional beings Here… we are captured of our own weak-wiled survivor of oblivious reasons, as testing vessels for all manner of new wisdoms, but what do we know for we are a smaller simulation of a larger complex issue than mere human relationships in the cosmos… though maybe beyond our direct awareness is where these mad interrelations occur, a pattern that gets projected through us as just another part on the circuit to be arranged in certain ways that make us have to think with our brains intact, or else all hell breaks loose and we are left with nothing except our own company again… it makes us starve each other for affection with these things reflecting us and telling us what to do, it feels horrible to have manipulated the smallest chunk of safety for yourself only to have it dashed to bits against the wall at the edge of the world by the insecure and inane forces that be just to distract and dismantle, and there is a disjointed feel as one chooses to dive into the arena of the factual for the first time or the last time… the symbols dancing and racing to keep up with all of the movement of the human condition as it skates across the solar span of earthen moss and animal task, a light ray that we can only perceive on the periphery just enough to question whether it is real or imaginary, and it is in this state that we know our place if only subconsciously and continuously as if to slowly track all of the cosmic machinations at once in our heads as we must feel comfortable in our bodies if there is no second chance beyond what remains Here… we can search and research long hours away, but how ever much closer we are in divining where we come from, the more we have to use as weaponry to hurt ourselves… sometimes we must just live for today without investing so much time and waste into the next big thing, my fellow friendly cattle…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on June 25th, 2011 in blogging, d for Dysteleology..., dark thoughts, my art & dreams, o for Onymy..., subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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