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the strange people.

They are there right now. Everywhere in our midst, keeping a patient eye upon the suckling void active in humanity, and this fatal flaw will always reveal itself given time. To betray a withering self that cannot think beyond the material scope of the reality they seem to hold so dear. The possessions that can take a stranglehold upon their keeper. A misty recollection of what the past had been. Now, just subtle memories overlaid the entire scene the eyes can take in at once. Baffled by the ill-tempered, I stride motionless through the questionable realm of thought, and get to know the hollow chest which is my emotional center, my heart. The mind and body can stray away distracted, but the heart guides the soul to its fateful destination. Weeping in sorrow over the torturous existence that sometimes …

spent thoughts.

crispy from the fryer, eye have come to spread cheer and enlightened false riches. philosophy is emotional experience, and it moves like friction in the mechanical, it needs something there to lubricate its’ machinations. nihilism makes hippies breed faster, and communally, they resemble rabbits accustomed to rapid fornications. twisting their genitalia into some heated amalgam of fleshes that makes all the bodies move, writhing and thrusting, into bliss ever more temporary from the mouth gaping wide open to reveal the pain beyond the dark swelter. the ejaculates of the mind’s eye have become distorted folly. by all foolish standards, self-parody is the macabre avocation that propels the defiant urge forward in the ‘mic/mac’ cosmos. darkness needs to light that love brings to inflame the wounds from active witness to the pitfalls of reserved behaviors. the actions that inspire billions …

writer’s block

The fissures from the social pressure becomes a force to be reckoned with as I scale the mounts to take on epic conditions above me. My mind feels as yet still too young to pronounce pro-actively. I wonder what dysfunction puzzles my systems, and what the consequence will bring about to face me from the depths.

You don’t hate me.

out of Context;
‘Twisted by the chill winds that crack the air and soil in equal marks…My erosion strikes further inside that I would wish upon my worst enemy…I guess everyone needs a nemesis…Though through the carrion is where I heed to stay in the dark, the pitch is bent to scratch the itch…’

random Quote of the Day

‘Senators leap up and bray for the Death Penalty with inflexible authority of virus yen…Death for dope fiends, death for sex queens (I mean fiends) death for the psychopath who offends the cowed and graceless flesh with broken animal innocence of lithe movement.’

Wandering starved, wandering scar.

out of Context;
‘The sound, I always go back to the sound, but it is difficult to describe if you cannot hear…’

self’s Tarot trepidation.

Queen/ Swords-self; strong, forward-thinking feminine influences-authority; severe, chastened, and suggests familiarity with sorrow, widowhood, female sadness and embarrassment, absence, sterility, mourning, privation, separation, malice, bigotry, artifice, prudery, deceit.

Four/ Pentangles-self; from head to toe, prepared for destiny-authority; surety of possessions, cleaving to that which one has, gifts, legacy, inheritance, suspense, delay, opposition.

Justice*-self; personal good fortune, though questionable opposite appears-authority; equity, rightness, probity, executive, law in all departments, bigotry, bias, excessive severity. -Major

Queen/ Pentangles-self; esoteric, primal feminine influences-authority; greatness of soul, intelligence, opulence, generosity, magnificence, security. liberty, evil, suspicion, fear mistrust.

the Hermit*-self; an isolation, defiant behavior-authority; prudence, treason, dissimulation, roguery, corruption, concealment, disguise, policy, fear, unreasoned caution. -Major

Ten/ Cups-self; pleasant regard for everything necessary-authority; wonder and ecstasy, contentment, repose of the entire heart, perfection of that state, taking charge, home inhabited, repose of the false heart, indignation, violence.

Eight/ Cups-self; …

Reaping the sewn.

As the worm turns

it spins with the earth

yet is as fully separate

as the humans that walk upon it

the matter lies flat over the worm

the shockwaves from running feet

across the dirt as the worm swims

feeling surface moves as it goes

frozen by time the material loosens

as the worm drives its’ way

through a darkness that needs no eyes

a place whose pressure grows

less where the worm has passed

creating footprints in the dirt

making it less a hiding ground

it becomes by then a stomping ground

Thanks, khet.

lost words.

tHere are strangenesses about in this lair…small surprises along the way to greater things…no focus will well lead someone across the blades with a disappointed air…the scraps of personal power that we give to other beings is astonishing to say the least…what obnoxious freaks are we to think we are the masters here?…the surgeon will cut with a certain precision to the incision, they have all done this before somewhere…the world is not our whore to play with so easily…what benefits the estranged soul who darts in and out of the centuries looking for bliss, is it possible to understand wholly from within?…it feels like a real shambles, but will always change without reason to the hard second…turnabout is fair play, or so they say…eye don’t believe in a way out…it is all obnoxious puppetry in the extreme…we are …

Quote of the month; October….2007

“A child-like man is not a man whose development has been arrested; on the contrary, he is a man who has given himself a chance of continuing to develop long after most adults have muffled themselves in the cocoon of middle-aged habit and convention.”
~Aldous Huxley; british author, satirist and philosopher.