these are the pieces that souls are yearning for, these holy grail class
ideals that are always and ever will be out of reach, and this fecal
fecundity grabs hold the attention to rattle and shake the nervous
collection of wires and contraptions to make man whole… grafting the
unfathomable idea of a soul to the whimpering catapult of most blissful
suffering, and add to that the makeshift struggle between classes with
religion at the foremost rectal angle with which to plant one’s third
eye firmly, the only thing you could ever attain from that posture is
realizing that you are being fucked… the ether drifts through us all,
but too many times are there going to be instances where ideas are truly
not meant to pass into our hands, the quicksand grip that most people
try to implement once the moment is already past… having understood the
import of such thoughts once vital connection is made, a vivid timing
begins to make clear the distinct ranges between the self and the total
of everything else involved, and the search is always on for that primal
connection lying at the heart… counter this culture with its own
reversed psycho-logic-kill, not die for the cause, but pausing to
counter destruction of ourselves included…
