prestiDouchetation
social conflagration in the time inflamed passions tempering this fusion of verse and rhyme mutainting into defiance and not the place i grew up near though i am growing to understand the strange inherent rights of the passage to human being as a Pavlovian bell curve ringing in our heads that lets us know something dreadful this way comes as the wicked cannot rest yet travel around releasing a sensitive information the formed stuff of general laws and nightmare’s jaws as they clamp down hard upon our necks and jerk back, and limping crack of the broken tact with which we feel we are justified in our oft remorseless steps taken to make an advantage out of an opportunistic sidetrack setting us back time and again without respect for the circumstances that dance in and out of reality’s sanctuary based upon our vision as burden alone kept to keep others at a distance who might try to hurt us badly with the misguided actions of any nation used to produce a useful heir to the gods to fully flesh out this mythic zootopia left to manage by our own discretions, in excreting out certain situations people will never fathom until they occur to know then that some scenarios are true to fact clues that have defected from the Mystery all around us as if like a skin that may or may not shield us from the gamma rays about to hit pulverizing these strings of theory we have woven over this shell and other facts even scholars cannot retract or retrace into the ethers as the soft billowing cloud just over our grim acts beckoning toward that supposed silver lining crazily rapt around darkness just before a dawn… the dancing revelers moments before the first drink thrown are vacant in their denial thinking the charms they use and the power they abuse are worthwhile tactics in the war of eso-terrorism that stalks us from behind sometimes roaring forward from a misogyn-mystic corps of elites whose vapid struggle remains as a chronicle of their influence on history and the fear-shaming that falls like a shadow upon the modern age, the figureheads nor do the indifferent pundits pandering rule us even though a majority of us give in to this verbal push because of capitalist karma having made convenience culture true as a reality while subtly planning and synchronizing these systematic surveillance cultures in dark rooms abusing the dollars expended by the honest and those forced to fit a system to make that a fact as opposed to a speculative fiction condemning the rest of the population to wither with testings perpetually upgrading this activity, but of course not using their own “hard-earned†money where it can and will be avoided by those affording the total luxury of getting everyone else to serve them like royalty on their hands and knees needing to be sanctified as much sacrificed by the lunatics in their ivory towers who are in control of whatever religious truth there is in forces making us kill each other for a little something better than the last time we were Here left to wander…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on October 29th, 2016 in blogging, d for Dysteleology..., dark thoughts, my art & dreams, rants & raves. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.