Random Awesomeness

as the hand of adama will to powershall show its assetsand grow its capital unfetteredthis predator never yieldsand whatever debtis just one more “thing”to be owned is this the final motiveto secure enough credita score denoting profitthe stand-in for the soulnever purenever to mature yesit is a process and it sucks Fuck/Capitalism Oo(*o^)y-~

i remember the cynicismthe cringewithin a culture of boorish bingebiz baz buzzbefore we knew what clubbing was they mocked us as nouveau hippiesor as retro-cool wannabe trippiesbeing what could beclearly seen ‘twas a bit of a bore remember that 1978 flop by country joedude… what a melomaniacle chore but for us the fewwe knewthe hip-hop [...]

i think i might just understandthe morning with an instinctive desireto be aware of… ( pause and take three deep breaths )…through honest observationsensuous explorationand as innocent an inquiry as is possible considering the circumstances of course even sothat yellow glowas the dog’s report likely a bitter pilllurking within the curdand then the pain i [...]

the image iswhat mattersas oxymoronic as that soundsno but really… perhapsalong with a cool buzz on a hot minnesota afternoon the fizz and sparkledo break the daythat same old tropewith which we grope in despairinto the filthiest airbut now a tinge of darkleimpunes the way for this world not long and never wasbut fair and [...]

i mean… just this morningas the earth continued warmingand basic human rightsdisappeared the genocide in gazaburning our collective soulforsaken forgotten childrenfor a predator to behold did that even happenor can we at least get a do-over what kind of prison… sheesh! Peace/Love m(-_-)m

how can a bodyhealwhen the stabbing never stops does it help to pretendit’s not happening do we refrainfrom saying his name will shuffling realitydisappear the crime he was never hereand this is not the first timehe was never hereand this is not the first time but so whatwhere’s the gameif we’re all stabbedall the same [...]

so faint at firstshadows upon the greyas the darkest light will become what may dialing back the definitioni begin to sense the glowfire colors from beyondblood yellow but my filters always fade to whitereturning resolutionand privilege-addled thought pollutionentertains the real clear as pond waterthese sharp probing pointsdo sparkle and burnwhen will i learn perhaps tomorrow [...]

something is happeningand i have given uptrying tomorrowwas goneseems like ages ago this nowthis segmentstill doesn’t follow the sequenceis brokendown towhatever antecedent nihilism couldn’tcarelesswhat happens next happens Peace/Awareness/Mobility Oo(o_O)y-~

as we failthe golden testcommentarybecomes the rest like that pledge of alienation i learned from a college roommatewho himself picked it up while co-editing an independent periodical on the haight-ashbury “i pledge alienationto the ragof the united states of amerikaand to the repugnancefor which it standsone nationunder guardreprehensiblewith libertarianismand justification for all” and just few [...]

i livefor the morningno matter how it comes for thiseach another dayperhaps to break at allfeels laudable and everyanother sunby default the finest onehowever eclipsed by the grey i greet this new dawnanyway… m(~_<)m