Random Awesomeness

be afraidbe very afraid this is not a movieor some kind of bad nineteen-eighties-style parody of a movie the devil no longer pretends at this very moment the dark lord’s minions are gleefully flinging themselves into the seemingly random flames they have ignited at his command without question and from the oafish brutes handling the [...]

for thereinlies the rub that to curl up and dieand never ask whythe air’s so hubbub but tall grass aloneis always insufficientand thus becomesin and of itself something better Peace/Love m(~_~)m

on hold todayas if it never wasthe morning buzzagain has found its wayseems that nothing’s truly firm since it did wormthrough some strandedsensorial fuzz became becausebooze biz baz buzz oh demure to be surerightbut they’re all the samewith not exactly tighttheoretical games do understand the allureto deploy and exploitagain without shame no more canno can [...]

i cried all nightwith no clear reason whythis pain hasn’t changedthe laws of physicsbehold my eyes and the body quakesbegging for mercyas gravity rules the now grasping for powerbut to surviverelentlessly realthe what the when and how whatever happenedi don’t rememberand i’m not inclined to try this light before medefines the darknessbut not the chaos [...]

sifting through melike buckshotthis pain does spasmand grind while bones crumbleand tendons binda body becomesimmobile the hopeless criesof each stolen momentring hollow now as one impossible stepbegets anotherand the eternal promiseforgets that shameful destination Love/Peace m(~_~)m

fleetingby any metricand yet universalin ways that defyentropy a striking contrastbetween the tyrannyof specific locationand the borderlessnessof the blind againthis beacon shall burnas all life awaitsits swift returnbut one can never go back it takes a numberto break the nightwhile once againoverand over again such strength of willand mightjust… and thus fulfillthe eternal promise Peace/Love [...]

a measured progression an appearancebetween the unspeakableand a simple matterof taste the event by which all pretensedissolves into shadowleaving only lightto empower what remains and thus confusioncontrols the narrativeno more the usual hubriswill buy whatever fantasyis most comfortablefor the occasion as a matter of course be it oneof playful curiosityor the more likely collection of [...]

i’m not getting down there’s no upsideand the restwill never tuneor testwhat’s left’s just hanging roundperhaps i’ve gone to ground guess i’m staying home where i’ve grownthere’s a storyand now it’s olderdon’t bore methe end will break my bonesdisillusion set in stone so don’t come this way skies are greyfind anotherthis one’s weaknessblew its coverrun [...]

it’s toastthis time beforetimewhen the normalhas become the bitter pill like truth bombshidden withinthe smooth and the sweetthey swallow easier now and as the ancient sunrisebedazzles anewan old pain rememberspreparing for the calm but woefully inadequateto the task at handthis practice of eliminationspirals downward endlesslywith yesterday’s bile Peace/Love m(~_~)m