technical jargon
people who don’t speak have a wealth of information stored within their minds…professional people with their words of wisdom are outright in their ignorance, but only as far as they would ever think they are on the right side at the insistence of a problem, at which time they seem convinced of a possible solution…not always the ‘right’ decision, but one that comes to take that place in value of appearing in the ‘right’…these mutts run our world…the solvers and solution makers…even though there is no great and worthy “final solution” here, that doesn’t seem to stop the zealots from trying to find one, and zealots turn into idiots so much in the past…speaking their technical jargon, and eluding all meaning through pretentious bullshit, evading the need to explain their true motives for “success”…in accordance with all proposed laws, …
the kaos kollectiv
It is a place, the depth of which you cannot find…
Permit me to choose the path, that I may find a way through…
But it is Here, when all the proper understanding is reached…
Neither Heaven nor Hell, but place between worlds…
Open your mind, infinite consciousness…
Find the role, and play it…
This is the creed…
CMK ~
a year since the accident…
out of Context;
‘My time Here has been marred by a handful of incidents as this, but my narrow-mindedness is not making me its bitch forever…Narrowing should only create a more focused approach Here, but if given the reigns, it can soon turn into a harrowing whirlwind to overcome…’
the Critical Mass
Who are these people? The ones who drift in and out of people’s lives to warp another’s views for a lifetime. There are those who debate as to what meaning the identity of others applies to their own limited fascinations. Each unto their own wealth be it in knowledge, or of the physical matter, something limited by the almost-pointed obsession with a certain facet of ideal obstruction. The eyes have a limited sense of sight to be able to see things closely while the unknown cries out far away. They push our buttons whether it is to succeed or fail, but always in mind to advance the overall progress, the whole unlimited. I despise the ones who defy the interest of all the others in the place, who mock what it is to …
Tending toward the dark.
I regret to inform those of you out there, but I hate little punks that have no respect for others’ feelings. Hate is not a word used liberally these days, and love is used far to much as a shallow substitute for actual feeling. I don’t ‘love’ all of my fellow species, making my love weak and worthless, and then find it so much easier to make my hate a focused beam of pain and torment to inflict upon others. Instead, I choose to hate everyone, thus making my hate fairly milquetoast in comparison with my pure and undiluted love, and the coldness I maintain is necessary to keep potential fiends at bay…looking to absorb the random warmth from those they can feed from so easily. You pay attention to what you want, and I …
connected to the madness
you don’t think you’re crazy, but how do you know?…unlike rigorous tests of physical endurance to test physical prowess, there are no real tests for sanity’s sake, and chances are that those tests can be misleading…eye don’t fret over the wilds of science nor the fingers of chaos because both are beyond their mere restrictive behaviors, and all of it flows into me, whether it affects me or not…time has distinctive affectations that allow trauma to fester or heal, but no matter what, the mind is always affected…the organs which make up the mind are putty in the early stages of life, and it is a fragment of my soul that shines through that portal to your world, the world you stand within…your arms are useless against me, for my eyes see everything beyond the blind biases of other …
blasphememe
you hate me…thriving off of the rocky soil upon which you toss your seed, eye am eternally grateful to you, and you are an animal who lives off of the filth that expels from my bowels…the wasted lives taken for granted are yours to do with what you wish, but eye am here to make sure you realize what pain you inflict upon the world around you…taking your crude religio-scientific superstitions for granted, you stride into all situations certain that you, and only you, know the answers…your fear betrays your mind, and all of your true thoughts are laid bare before me…you kill without regard to the planet you seek to defecate within, eating the guts and the shreds of instinct that are placed on your plates, and you feast beyond the weary messages of poor health as it …
Disaster descends on me.
You may think that your life is a crude play in some demented playwright’s hands, but I think you are far too conceited for that to be true…We all may be a cast of characters in a demonized version of the truth, but we hide truths vastly greater than the sum of all parts…Our own microcosms spin egocentrically around ourselves cast as the sun…The diplomacy you may think you show towards others is the revealing mask to your inner demons…They betray you and bankrupt your soul’s energy, and not for any special causes as you would dream to perceive…Instead, they puncture your particular little universe to spread the foul-smelling putresence you wish not to be, but that sits there rotting on your plate…It is not foulness that acts within me to speak these words, but a desire to tell …
the creations of pain
bleeding is in…when last we left our heroes, they were troubleshooting world disasters for fun and profit, but now they feel the pain…munching upon pasty feelings of regret and guilt, we wait for our turns respectively upon the rollercoaster of the living thrills, and some of us idle at the static speed of dirt…for millions of tiny years…is there ever a time when we all can just be utterly honest in the brutal reality we create?…tormenting others minds and souls like it were a game of hide-and-seek…the freakshow bothers me, but not because of the geeks who bite the heads off chickens, it is because of the irredeemable passers-by who deserve nothing more subtle than a gun barrel between the jaws…a bullet passing through the freakish display of brain matter…eye do not speak without compassion, though, merely hatred for …