people are such vapid inhuman things, the animals before conscious sense
is merely a humanoid perhaps, and any claims otherwise are sorely
tested by the rest of the experiment of being… the man i am is still
that young boy that realized how unfair the world really is after the
point where any learning or teaching would have changed the destination,
people are shards of something brilliant at first, but yet still so
fragile and horrible when given time to think for themselves… the
standards stand there explaining things like a sphinx in heat, so
willing to drool upon the meat as the human is stutters stricken with
fear at getting the whole riddle wrong, but where are these overgrown
selves to fight away the menace?… are we the new wave of Ebionites, Here
to be extolling on the virtues in this spiritual cramp in the side of
those ‘Jesus Fish’ lies, and dropping the wealth of an externalized
material world to enjoy poverty with fresh eyes… a heart of good and
positive things restrained by the contradictory nature of humanity, but
the steady glare from the sunshine blind work whorse kind of humans
forces one into an inner reflection of sorts… it is difficult to feel
sane everything does damage to some extent or another, catching the
awareness off-guard with a comment or an accidental miscalculation, but
always moving somewhere under the surface of the skin like the disease
in remission… the negative being underneath the surface hologram
projections of what we call ‘human’, craving to understand what living
really is through a mechanical puppet of flesh and bone, but not willing
to make the sacrifice of self or ego to become one or the other…
instead choosing to pursue control as trained by our intolerance and
dislikes, and leading to further social pollution via disdain and
indifference through the years, spawning all the deranged qualities
inherent in knowing eventual peace in the sprawling emptiness left… even
as the ritual summoned a smiting deity, the cosmos found itself needing
a way to cleanse the corrupted demiurge from within the system, and
Jesus seemed to be a perfectual fall guy… and as a christ-like emanation
imbued him with understanding and wisdom, so too did the world need to
change shape, and a contradictory essence both real and ethereal was
categorically denied by the world at large… most people now reveal only
the most positive bits of information about themselves, whether online
or real and in person, and this crazily endeavored sequence promotes the
random functions of chaos… the caustic sanity intense and remote as the
human struggles with attainment of some probable equalization,
distractions of all manners smacking one in the face without respect of
forewarning, and this dream flows and foibles its way along the
destination to something lifelike…
