we were all raised to some extent to embrace the infinite potential for
growth, but many of the base ideals have been dissolved by the curse of
humanity needing to grow constantly, the restless urge of conquest and
reckless leadership… it would be so fitting that the cosmos has these
cruel characters linked and lead each other over the edge of oblivion,
but why do all of us have to follow them, why do we not just sack those
fucking bastards sucking the whole of culture further down… a blank
degeneration works against us as the next generations grow up without
anywhere to go to, but upward into the unfathomed vertical territory
that our minds try to explore in dreams and certainties… we get whatever
we want because we pursue those things with such fervor and
persistence, that nothing can be stable for long with the dissatisfied
at the helm of cultural motion, and there can be no peace without
respect being integral to any personal exchanges of energy… our circuits
are thrown out of whack by this complicated system of raw nerves and
insulting jerks, it is surprising this machinery hasn’t come to a stop
years ago, but Here we are now with all our gadgets and mutations
intact… at some level we get distracted from our own goals by the
culture we support, undertaking the goals of group as a cheap substitute
to personal growth, but there are times when even this mentality
becomes too overwhelming to sustain… the more we apply our collective
will to manufacture the poison and garbage that fills our world, the
more this total gain distortion will rumble and spasm reality like an
overly filled washing machine, and will spin and spin if left
unattended… we have grown into our roles as purveyors of mess, and we
feel as though we cannot go back on what we made, nothing is that linear
or set in stone when it comes to action… it can all spiral out of
control, or into the control of the few, if we let it happen at all… we
have no need of the fancy auto as much as we might think we are entitled
to one because of how hard we work… we build up so much from so little,
but rarely if ever do we see the odd shapes defining and collecting at
the corners, the general sense of we as us seem to react with the same
integrity of absolutes as anyone else out there… sometimes it takes that
sudden realization to move the mountains, the orgasms of junk that our
culture is known for, but just a further extension of imperialistic
fascism from those ancient Roman memes of superiority passed
hand-to-mouth for endless centuries… we still use variants of Latin in
our daily effective use of language, and somewhere through the mistaken
belief that history becomes the way to order our lives upon, creating
some kind of safety blanket reality for the imaginary consensus to prove
themselves pleased with this ignorance confronting them now… old
systems need to be razed to function in an ever-changing universe, but
doesn’t mean heaven needs violence to occur, this is the flawed
perspective of the “nemesis” that we have in this culture… the requested
task to remove the negative to create a perfected idea of universal
truth, however there is only speculation and opinion to place this
single truth in absolute dominance over every other thing after it, and
this is the bias on which swings most of our hope and dreams into
shattered pieces that leave markings and shrapnel on the hides of the
devotees… this materialism has an equal, antagonistic quality to
“concrete” reality...
