it takes very little to secure a future in this world, but when one
doesn’t sense the type of sacrifice it takes to bring a particular
reality into quick appearance, all kinds of havoc and mayhem shine
through the veneer of plastic false politeness through idle chatter… a
delivery of free random verse about the various possessive ways wicked
to the good character of the social beast that the human animal can be
when there are few rules applied to these interactive situations
requiring the being of human, civil and calm to better assess the
activities derived from the ‘party down’ mentality, but few realize this
is the primal tent pole sticking out of the ground… underneath the tent
we are presenting a revival, or perhaps more aptly the devival of
authoritative powers that be, their choice made long ago consistently
upheld wrongly as a standard for no reasoning or great ideal other than
controlling the populace by and large to make us a herd for consumption
of whatever sort deemed worthy… the fall of vast corporate motion
through the factories and commercial farming to be replaced by the
digital realm as overseer, the central force purging the world of its
heavy burden of blame and waste, but better organized before becoming
greatly fucked up in any grandiose manner by our own unwieldy desires…
the repetition of stories made up by the convincing strains of
characterization projected forth like a mission, the strength of the
individual tale wrapped inside its characters, and it is Here that i
find myself on a solo plane in my reality bubble… the imaginary yields
but singular fruit at times, and usually when no one is looking directly
at the product created, the energy of the audience transferred to
charge the magic needed for the person to be pulled in by the merits of
the storytelling alone… but the reader is no mere hermit nor necessarily
a powerful magician with the abilities to define layers of symbolic
meaning, there is no lack of expression for those who commit themselves
to the goal beyond the glory, we thank the gods and kiss the feet of
whatever forces we wish to appease most in our lives… torturing
ourselves through a mass production misery that thinks it is constantly
expanding, distracted perhaps enthralled by our effects on other people,
but we need to see the possibility for growth if there is ever any way
to get beyond these skeletal structural remains… some would prefer to
argue in other rhetorical directions as though we are merely the
servants to our senses, and we remain subdued by our fetishes for
control in this experimental place that has yet to really pan out any
serious statements of intent, as the hive mind tries to subvert humanity
through the attention given to public cultural icons as it is turned
into celebrity fascination to force a pulsating conformity onto the
populace…
