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Weak Ends

the distortion shows as gravity leans into me like a whooping rushing wind splaying out from the mouth of the cave-in where the wild things live inside my head, stiff my mind and body move as though the trip were too laborious to mention without some other damaged way of referring to what happened that rejects the opinions of others for the moment, but i cannot wait another moment to be away from the center of middle in the grey area inhabited by what we see as the daily grind abrades the surface of this the swaying eventuality masked as a version of reality… a caustic vibration as stating clearly that it does not want us as friends or enemies though certainly that is what we will become when the polite mask comes loose revealing the beast beneath, as it is armored against the petty as it might seem to be that there a coward’s heart beating is deep inside like an inner child screaming mad at being held captive in this soul as it grows and calcifies claustrophobic until decay, and this freedom breaks the mold a shell wide open to let move the inner universe that has wrapped itself in a shroud of whose gloom interferes with the signal trying to break us into the shape a place as it is required of the domesticated human… if we are not intelligent enough to really question the authority that demands of us our most precious sacrifice to endure on in this warped curiosity manifested as in the reality that commands our attentions with short infused delivery, the anger and bile build a well-conducted ceremony where all fixations are there imagined into setting as the mind’s eye glimpses the fortunes and fallacies made from past to present on into subjugation of the future streaming on the gossamer wings of dream and imagination, and deception as the modern common sense to where lurks a far more malign presence than that which stands so easily as offending mention to be dismissed and set aside for something more palatable… as strings of life chime and ring in subtle tones and moods that affect deeply the ones who name as themselves the ‘artist’ truly opening themselves to the experience of the totally new interpretation that curiosity tears loose from each grounded concept, each enshrouded being the embodiment of the ideological as does not become revealed without a tangible evidence for the skeptics and officials to take their cues from when ignorance gets the best of those mindless only taking orders, and we seem to covet whatever it is we do not have which falls under the heading of wish fulfillment and the desires we are not allowed to possess as a surreal suppression weighs over the heads of the society whose wishes are not met… as the snickering snack of the guillotine blade swinging back and forth across the carcass of the righteous bodies moving through the machine one after the other in a process which meats all of us before it grinds us down, this organic thing which reaches out beyond boundaries and lines we are using to set down all the details of the bubble as we traverse within this time and space like riding a roller coaster whose destination is not guaranteed to be sure… the odd purists among us deem the social moral code as the highest and most sacrosanct part of the reality to be harnessed by the “right” people put into many a contested position of power, as prerequisite pawns before the storm as every applicant tries to qualify getting some steady station within this off-kilter system of “make dues” and “for the time beings” as plenty of opportunities pass without recognition as we cater to fat cats and their minions eating feces wallowing in the ignorance corrupt systems allow, but we can do nothing but wait for there to be a credible edge to this madness killing us for the unholiest of profits trying to syphon our souls into one gigantic force of energy that may jettison the cretins onto the other side of the tracks… our weakness destroys all that we cannot see to protect the jewels and treasured things that will last far into a future that will never be futile to participate in for those in their era who seek, there are better things that can be found besides those creations that require some start or ignition to charge the forces forward through the veil which defends the unknown from random assault, but it is not easy working this kind of magic into the every day as it commonly rejects the potent energy that allows for movement away from a cultural suppression that craves the immortality of the objectified… protruding in as much as intruding from the instinct that states so loudly that ‘i am right’ and ‘i know better than the others’ even though so many ambiguous phases make a path into the dirtiest parts of the psyche, a key whose unlocking potential is active upon the doors of perception within one’s own mind drawn closed by the traumas and quick distractions now used to dismiss and concrete pave the pathways as dead ends, but our idea of idiot society is sickened by the loss of compassion and respect automatic not earned in the privilege to be considered a fully adult human being by the general law as a whole…

Thanks, khet.