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Democratic dichotomies dancing dualistically through the melodramatic monogamy of servantile society as nihilistic nationalists gnashing their knife like fangs forgetting, forging, and falsifying futures.
While constructed systems and semantics run rampant over reigning rationalism.
I see.
I see hope, heart, hollow promises basking blindly as nonsense nobodies nacently gnaw at the center of a world contrived, connived, and created with the barriers, so illusionary and obscene. Silly songs clowns sing, seducing, and serenading the chorus line of linear thinking. Circular logic permeating, penetrating, and probing the vaginal veneer of serenity and sanctity.
Do you see? I see.
Monolithic mammalian and monastic minions maliciously masticating, masturbating the free sense, free minds, and free 'ness of all. Why do we let them, tell them, and try to force them to see? We say nothing to see here but lies, designs and corporate minds. Everywhere an ad, but not everywhere a purpose such such 'ness so glad to play this never-ending game.
Try to see.
Try to claim, the mantle and majesty of this, the dirt and glory of the human condition. Still wishing for lives not ours. Still starved for attention that will never come. Connections cancerously claming the incorrect insurrections of this, our one soul.
Keep looking, you'll see.
The egocentric, electric train car of life librating and imprisoning the impassionate immobile ignorant masses. Transporting them from one stop to another. Neither death nor life in this, the radiant and radical reformations of revisionist reverse. No back, no forward, just upward in the evil, eventual evolution of us in such secretive social segments of a world so rich and pure. So full of fruition and fabulousness, cohering and collaborating this, our ascension in to the newest nuance of constant conscientiousness. We rise so far, so fluid, so full, and content in our horizon of honor and horror. We move past, so you can see.
Do you see? I see.
Beatific and terrific tones terrorizing the sensual sleepers of one of infinite worlds. Worrying, watching, waiting as the new becomes old. Body, mind, and spirit, as one, concentric, collected, selected in one so simple a form. Two eyes, two ears, and a nose yet we sense nothing, feel nothing of this vast and vindicating change. No diploma, no test to be this, this thing thinking thoroughly after the change from larva to liberation, libation, causation of the adult experience. Choice in the play of our parade in this, the potential politics of spiritual fulfillment.
Dream Over.
Wake Up
While constructed systems and semantics run rampant over reigning rationalism.
I see.
I see hope, heart, hollow promises basking blindly as nonsense nobodies nacently gnaw at the center of a world contrived, connived, and created with the barriers, so illusionary and obscene. Silly songs clowns sing, seducing, and serenading the chorus line of linear thinking. Circular logic permeating, penetrating, and probing the vaginal veneer of serenity and sanctity.
Do you see? I see.
Monolithic mammalian and monastic minions maliciously masticating, masturbating the free sense, free minds, and free 'ness of all. Why do we let them, tell them, and try to force them to see? We say nothing to see here but lies, designs and corporate minds. Everywhere an ad, but not everywhere a purpose such such 'ness so glad to play this never-ending game.
Try to see.
Try to claim, the mantle and majesty of this, the dirt and glory of the human condition. Still wishing for lives not ours. Still starved for attention that will never come. Connections cancerously claming the incorrect insurrections of this, our one soul.
Keep looking, you'll see.
The egocentric, electric train car of life librating and imprisoning the impassionate immobile ignorant masses. Transporting them from one stop to another. Neither death nor life in this, the radiant and radical reformations of revisionist reverse. No back, no forward, just upward in the evil, eventual evolution of us in such secretive social segments of a world so rich and pure. So full of fruition and fabulousness, cohering and collaborating this, our ascension in to the newest nuance of constant conscientiousness. We rise so far, so fluid, so full, and content in our horizon of honor and horror. We move past, so you can see.
Do you see? I see.
Beatific and terrific tones terrorizing the sensual sleepers of one of infinite worlds. Worrying, watching, waiting as the new becomes old. Body, mind, and spirit, as one, concentric, collected, selected in one so simple a form. Two eyes, two ears, and a nose yet we sense nothing, feel nothing of this vast and vindicating change. No diploma, no test to be this, this thing thinking thoroughly after the change from larva to liberation, libation, causation of the adult experience. Choice in the play of our parade in this, the potential politics of spiritual fulfillment.
Dream Over.
Wake Up