it all seems so random, but there appears as though a conspiracy of
purpose lying on the horizon, when it seems certain as though things
will work out but they do not… the opposite conspiracy at the same time
is one of the happening trumping everyone’s various plans in the works
for these seemingly random fits to counteract problems, the monster
humanity treats every other respective being of the species as shit
before the respect even begins, and nobody has room for anybody else
anymore… it is difficult to discern the laughter from the screaming on
this trip through, it really is something different for each of us on
this plane, and only a slight few of us seem to fill the shoes enough
for the holy guardian angel to grant we beasts an audience with cosmic
forces beyond our direct comprehension… unlike the rest of your
potheads, i have nothing to celebrate this particular holiday this year,
but seek and you shall find whatever it is that you might need… where
there is a will, there is a way, but you already knew that didn’t you?…
so what is common sense for that matter, huh?… constantly accused of
needing it to circumvent the stupidity i seem beholden to, confusion is
the latest in a long line of trends and excuses for which there is no
reason, but the human fallacy for requiring a crutch of any sort really…
whether these crutches work for or against you is up to the pressing of
certain limits, respect for the spirits all around you as well as
within you, and you might just find what it is you are after in life…
there is no reason to fear the deity, if you believe that deity is there
to guide you to something better, but this belief must be resolute or
there are consequences within the specific milieu one allows themselves
to enter at will… this language allows for so many various descriptors,
but there are few that aren’t used with at least more than two
contradictory means, these dual plus definitions ruin an otherwise sober
and reflective conversation… the context becomes unique when the gaps
in time are long, but the emotions never get heated to the point of
sacrifice, of which there are degrees with an equal and opposite
resonance… all the varying reflective facets to this crystal ball,
visions are mad stupid but not completely out of range for the numb,
dumb or wasted… the trash park fractured features force the bubbles to
boil out of the backside like the pimpled pocket of pus, outrage at the
holy spurt not quite aligned right, and then regret and guilt smack of
dead fish with a scent stinking of cold sweat…
