the communications reach fever pitch as the discrepancies lurk all over
the place, but most of all those dark captive beatings that take place
between the ears… we scrape valid parts of ourselves away to try being
less square, always in concern of looking foolish even when that fool
carries with them the next new idea, and only to leave the peg to get
hammered into the hole… we cringe when our name gets called, the worst
things lying in wait to fuck us over in subtle degrees, but the mad
mirth takes with it the fears and negative impulse that always carry us
over the edge… it gets even murkier when staring into the face of a
person you distrust, having their own capacity for oblivious mistake
like everyone else Here, and it breeds a complex network of slack and
compensation when you have billions and billions of people encapsulated
in the glassy bubble of a water bead in a hydrophobic position standing
out from the cosmic span… the multitudes are disgruntled in their own
special ways, retarded by the dollar bill that has usurped the role of
marker into becoming symbolic as total masses of energy spent and armed
by the billions of faces that make up our side of reality now, and all
facets of the struggle are brilliant to behold all at once as in the
execution of the fully-cut diamond… which reveals all facets of the real
to naked eyes at once in one splendid display that any real person
cannot fully glimpse without turning that gemstone around, to physically
perceive all sides as part of the one thing, but this is not the
greatest obstacle wasting our energy so profusely… this is the wound of a
different sort of dismay, a binary compound that makes the machine
hasty with its ulterior motivation marinading in alchemical solutions,
and the workers upkeep to this radically indifferent system is beginning
to waver in surety, revolt is in the air everywhere and there are few
who do not taste the end of this industrial phage on the back of their
tongues… as the wage to meet the slave seems less by degrees that the
people have tried to subvert, but the accent of these fiends surrounding
the whole parade twists minds just as surely into their greed, flapping
and buzzing with satisfaction under their demonic wings… to subvert
them as a whole one must begin to subvert the symbols they grant us,
sigils of all manner to be displayed against their wicked wiles like
stronger crosses and various veves held to keep the wolves and vampires
at bay, but within a powerful personal paradigm of belief provoked into
being a salve to the withering intents of those sole eaters…
ever-devouring hollow beings that come to this earth without a
compassionate concern… sowing the seeds of gremlin-made fates to fuck up
humanity’s late great machinery, the reptilian agenda is merely one
frame inside hundreds of views all witnessing the return to form, but
little is known beyond the face of this corrupted norm as the aliens
land from the skies as our movies foretold long ago…
