All The Wrong Topics dot com

nailed to a Post.

to throw so much into the wind is to let it scatter where it falls to the ground, there is no charity in these actions as they are carried out by the hands of one who knows only one aspect to the role, and fulfills all the tasks that need to be accomplished by the worker willed into slavery from the very beginning that once held the sweet child so dear… we are all a wage slave jesus away from becoming our own masters whether we say we want this or not, the comfort level is set adrift in a sea of nonsense terminology that has become randomly terminal to its occupants for luxury is not home for the human heart, and its wanton stasis is not set in motion with deliberate action but with a decadent reaction spastic and simple as words penetrate the dusty speculations made by a puritanical tribe long ago… calling out the tired of this torture made real by abandoning compassion for the others in this existential summary of the issue, a quick synopsis to set into assumption the outlook of millions indoctrinated into this one amorphous and vague skeletal outline via public opinion, and the control that media has on our ideas as the system expunges our purpose and ethics for mass and volume and the efficacy thereof… we look only for the carved into stone approach as being the better of multiple choices, no matter how bitterly we have sacrificed for these backward ideals that siphon the creative impulse from the rest of this neanderthal cesspool that stone aged creations have leaped through like a warping portal from one stage to the next without even beginning to scratch the surface, but this is how one begins to carve away the wall-like covering over the fence that shelters this route from all the other intruders getting in lawless and chaotic of momentum… rolling down the mountain like a horse with no name with the desert hot and waiting at the end of the road, avalanche be thy name as the hustle sweetens and surrounds around the victim like a rising snow fluffing up feet to the knees as the tide gathers a kinetic energy a force emerging from the gateway to rush the oncoming traffic of slow ironic ice pirates emptying their boots of the floe as winter descends out of context with the rest of the universal mind as it averages and weighs the hearts of humanity against the treachery and betrayal that has been involved in motion throughout the course of history, and sometimes our kind of listless brooding is found wanting by the forces that be unaccounted for as they are by the laziest of this atomic humanity… in nuclear resonance with those harsh hollow caustic winds born from the trinity testing assault that occurred in our very own melting pot to how we won the last world war so crucially, and broke those unseen boundaries beyond time and space to get to this place Here and now we find ourselves in the nuclear family where fusion and fission have become our homing signals to easily triangulate a spot in which to land successfully while we are Here at home in the cosmos, crippled by the intrusion of our wavelength colliding perpendicular to the bandwidth that this reality places itself within… this is why we find the spectrum of our vision heavily distorted and corrupt from one person to the next, and to view everything in a reflexive way that automatically precedes anything like a capable intuition or first impressions that begin to distract away from truth as some kind of universal reality, when in all actuality the parts and the sum are two balancing but differing qualities that shed light on how much our perceptions truly play havoc upon truth inherent with the individual actions for any given person… sometimes not visible without the goggles required to see those gremlin primates at work within particulate bits and bytes of the system, engrossed and enchanted with the nefarious and naturally optimistic tendencies that humanity has to work through, but Here i swear is absolution…

Thanks, khet.