essential oils of destruction
the road is many. make the path in walking it. I am outside the system through my own actions, the system was defined and placed before me, the system is comfortable and rewarding. the system tests and receives, the system is the giving tree. I am angry. the anger is words and emotions and the anger takes me and the body moves in its angry, deep buoyant enlightening (can you just say that, enlightening, and let it be, as if it were, honest, nondescript because so common, we all place it there in ourselves and say it silently and believe it) and so it moves me. and higher and faster and sinewy and muscular and of the body. I am vasticulating. I am genticulate, I am curled and specific unfurling. jump kick. mastication, vestibule, expression. vacuole, vesicle, and just as my body is spent it is carried and I pay for jubilant speed and enthusiasm with spasms of pain with autotoxic lethargy later, tocco-coil, ah spridulent.
finding pure destruction can come about in kicking a sign. in the rain, a nike sign, rending slender steel flesh and cardboard innards with self abundant flame, unthinking anger, feet collapsing under mechanical stress, unthinking statistics register previous physiological response, not good not good, abort should proceed but unthinkingly blinded and registered only forward hurt and expanding feeling of gratitude for hurt and deep locations where pain springs forth like a river of life to flood its calm negation, seething, soothing, searing, sealing, fucking deep grooves into nervous neurons, liberally mixing literature and creation with sensation, the very essence of perception coiled bound ripped tapped. there are many forms of pure destruction because nothing in this world is pure and forms are many. all we can understand is some fraction with extra terms added on of what others have attempted to say as they collect usage patterns over units of grammar.
finding pure destruction can come about in kicking a sign. in the rain, a nike sign, rending slender steel flesh and cardboard innards with self abundant flame, unthinking anger, feet collapsing under mechanical stress, unthinking statistics register previous physiological response, not good not good, abort should proceed but unthinkingly blinded and registered only forward hurt and expanding feeling of gratitude for hurt and deep locations where pain springs forth like a river of life to flood its calm negation, seething, soothing, searing, sealing, fucking deep grooves into nervous neurons, liberally mixing literature and creation with sensation, the very essence of perception coiled bound ripped tapped. there are many forms of pure destruction because nothing in this world is pure and forms are many. all we can understand is some fraction with extra terms added on of what others have attempted to say as they collect usage patterns over units of grammar.