la révolution

Concern- Brief discussion. Thank you. 

Control of the mind. Effects are likely to cause distress on the mental. Political revolution. 

Modify your surrounding. Act directly on the mind body. Violent nature.

Good deal of skill. Process of using torture.

If you are going to control my population you must have an element of consent.

The nature of which we now face.

Ironed out your inconvenient other.

Compare the parable of your brave new world.

WordsDigress

now emotionally scarred, thoughts barred. your words digress.
once convinced there it was to be, left shattered- no company
alone to ponder the depraved truth.
hanging on to every word in awe, she has left it is no more
how he wishes things were different. once a happy man. how he wishes he was the same.
so far away, or so it seems. my baby i wish. my favourite- i will not forget.

It's Been a While Now

Crunch time at Fort Knox. How the river do run red. The decision to turn the right way is soon becoming unfathomable, unobservable forces have been introduced, very prematurely. Such explanation can be furnished by admittance and understanding, both of which don’t come easy. As we have found out prior to the event. Being a main precursor that is. No faith, no time, no words, nobody. Man alone.

How biological evolution can contain such complexity has bewildered many in the past. The purpose is perplexing to understand. At this time in life, nothing is clear. Nothing is certain. Guidance from a higher power will not be ignored. Free yourself- for the sake of everybody. Persons are being effected. Wrongly.

Theoretically in control, yet it hasn’t felt that way for an eternity, explaining that doesn’t seem to be an option.  Set things right then get out. Leave for the good of others and yourself, yet not the priority. Testify to the haunting authority before collapsing into fits of delirium. Unexpected clarity shines through the addled confusion, almost humanizing what was bleary-eyed obnoxiousness.

It has been recognized that charity does not overcome selfishness, nor does it get noticed in the first.

The game is effectively over

“Clymenus”

“Clymenus”

Springing eagerly into a frenzied and inadequate state, witnessing only the shrieking sound of time disappearing. Grappling and jabbering at the thought of being forever alone in a complete nonsensical headspace, only to greet the dark gloom of the fast approaching tide. Out of control- living on borrowed time, no intentions of reimbursing.

Dwarf your constant slander, conjuring mortality of the soul. The hour of little faith has arrived amongst us. Gnawed by the animals you are, good luck to your urgency- you doomed individual. Speak of such divination, yet only time will tell.

Understated romance relinquishes, voluntarily cease to be kept, leaving the forgotten awe- wonder but less joyace. Confused accounts of malicious emotional attack, search for yourself- by yourself.

Ignorance and greed stemmed from a lost psyche, the innermost self led to run a-muck. Sunless regions buried deep beneath the earths core is the next port-of-call. Hades shall attend to you there. His third of the cosmos is where you belong. Little in the way of a following. Persephone round ii, back to the land of the living but only to return to the dark creatures realm, eventually. Hands are tied now!

In truth, it is never peaceful- staring blindly at the sun. no blood on the floor, no explanation necessary.

In memory of the Elysium fields, the final resting place of the souls of the heroic and virtuous. The middle of the road is only popular when nothing else is going on. Find ones own path. Mortals relating to the gods- a fearsome figure to those still leading a conscious life as we know it; in no hurry to meet him.

Fucking Bovines!

Fucking Bovines!

You made this person, despising your own creation. This chlorinated gene pool is evolving into his own, disagree or agree- no matter, awaiting his re-incarnation. Travelling down this confusing route, only to hope he transpires into hot commercial property. Drifting into limbo through this menacing landslide thriving to live out an unnatural bohemian subculture. Pleading for widespread appeal- the man you love to hate.

Monstrous ego-trip, "Sit down boy! For I am a man" although little evidence, using you. Confronted with extreme distaste, perceived with little to none humanitarian values, manifesting negativity whilst only being unsure about everything. Uneven concepts lifting time without life, representing the divine- or so he thought, give me space! End of the night.

"We do not have to get along", he doesn’t want to get along. Unacknowledged existences, watching another make a life for oneself. Ready to jump.

“Porcine!” You exclaim, not that it matters but it wouldn’t go a miss- you collection of monotonous fools. Live a little. Proportion your ideas into easy to manage segments. Fucked otherwise. Faces come out of the rain, back to your childhood realities. Inner peace can be achieved that way. Love is not flowing, it is a hang up.

Shed hypocrisy, dishonesty, and phoniness early- be enlightened. Throughout the vigor of life, man longs to be potent and known, constant worry is prolonged- awaiting death. Fucking bovines!

Anger and money is you’re only fuel. Drinking the blood of others misfortune. Love for loves sake.

This Whirlwind of Tumbling Beguilement

It is as it should be, sunshine- through the window. Wanting to talk to you, however such hard times are amongst many. For better or worse, nobody could care less, unless for their own fortune.  Destruction in motion, falling through time and space. No turning back now. The greater power is deceiving you! Fight to the death beyond imaginable courage.

They advise against antagonizing, but if it is necessary- then so be it. Fall out of this whirlwind of tumbling beguilement. The social paradox. Knowing but not wanting – wanting but not knowing.

The stars are showing a puzzling path ahead. I hope your ready for this, I am sure not. Sipping at a margarita in blissful sun, all is not well. Sit up and take a stand. Juggling with minds – Merlin esque, juggling with thoughts- Lucifer.

A tranquil head would be much appreciated, far past needing this! I cannot settle until my work is done- it will never be finished. Grab yourself by the balls. Gazing into nothing, what you recognize as nothing, although, there is actually much here for you! You blind fuck! If you are aware, why the benevolence?

Pissing into the wind, nobody to blame. Times are not interesting enough if there is no messed up situations. Bloodsucking leeches surround us. Help when it is needed- a nuisance any other time.

Visual terror at every angle- need to get away! Mind numbing pain without experiencing physical hurt. Not an easy thing to get ones head around.

Set the fireworks, prepare the gin- in for the long haul. Can sense not being around much longer if things are going to progress in the same direction as the present. At least do it behind my back, would be easier. Right in front of my face is not cool with me. I would love to have the willpower to figure you out.

Hiding behind the sharp curtain of boondoggle.