fodder to fill the mouth of the vengeful deity, the soldiers and
righteous heroes under sway of realpolitik tyrants, stuck in the rancid
randomized life… everyone has their own gimmick, whether balls to the
skull, or subtle conniving strengths to overcompensate for terrible
weakness… the universal basis for our system of degeneration is failure,
this state is going from the bottom up truly, and there are many who
wish it these sentient creatures never achieve a position above failure…
we take a stab in the dark to find something more than this, and many
more means to get hold of your own personal destiny than at first it
would seem, we all get sidetracked by our variously designed training…
the beasts are tempted by every other shit fire in the stormy weather of
this pre-apocalypse… the distraction becomes too much to bare for the
varying degrees of perspective in the out there… no one person can ever
remedy every other ailment within this human body politic subverting
essential reality… doctrines of all manner and sort passed down from
authorities on high, but these proclamations are still man made, used to
further tie and bind the populations that have allowed themselves be
lead by impostors… from the presidents of false precious demeanor,
puppets from the bankrupt well of souls, to the dictators with their
military savvy to conquer with war on their wet brains… the blood drips
in discriminate drops, that with thick sounds, thud upon deaf ears
selectively hearing what they have been meant to hear… a dislocation
from spine and forefinger as buttons are getting pushed down every day,
to frown and dismay in the wake of their bombs displayed, and ringing
with praise as thin membranous threshold flies away… the god awful drags
the humanity phase through the mud of simple convention, a grouped
demonstration of the mad limits of power for the mysterious
interpretations of the intellectual side, but disguised by the blatant
misdirection to create an atmosphere of panic and manipulation… the veil
designed to eliminate confronting our worst sides of self, made to
describe the many things with metaphor and analogy on the other side of
this “god wall”, and Here we are still straining and staining the ground
to hold us all together… the weight of our pressures on each other and
one another crushing, squeezing the spirit from our bones as we gather
the momentum necessary to break through this self-imposed ‘fuck-it-all’
attitude… this is where we happen to need to seek a difference in our
natural way learned to interpret this land of escapes, the preconceived
attention is there in the form insight and lesson, but is there ever
really anyone there to reinforce those impressions?… i think our ideas
are very limited about ourselves, but we rely on these ‘bass awkward’
ways to eat and digest what we perceive, as the individual grows and
progresses from the merely animal to the heavily misunderstood actual
human being…
