Having a certified place in slavery is both an asset and a drama. The transit to another island takes place even before one knows its necessary, and so preconscious alacrity begins its dawning, and one might get to see oneself -eventually, or ignore it as a manifestation of ego and monstrosity, and it can be that- too, if there is need to qualify everything in the big stock pile of humanity.. but it is the simulacra, the second expression of re-tootleloo, of that slight adjustment that insures the good will of the majority rule, even though the majority are the primary fools and unqualified tools of the speculative, and Im couching that reflexively when I could just as easily say the murderous, greedy captains of industry and titans of propaganda leading the world into the extended play wilderness of the universe of self righteousness, these many years in the making...and well past their positive function.... they are all traveling backwards, pretending they are holding the ground somewhere in stasis, while the motion of the universe implies some forward or linear process which could only be labeled progress to rectify the contradiction that slavery imposes while keeping everything the same -as the hate, pain, pollution, deceit, and malfunction continued to describe itself as normalcy -and featuring as its icon or emblem.... war and death... the aliens, those far flung neighbors, scoffed heavily at all the machinations imposed by those few who had impossibly greedy intentions, who convinced themselves there was a noble mood behind their clouds and bent every beam of light and sound to aggrandize that illusion... which those bereft of information became more and more addicted to. right behind the left behind the annual body cavity search for new and useful religio-economic information and social engineering platform was adjusted again, tweeked as they used to say, tworked in the currant parlance, and Totally twucked tomorrow, while the seasonal celebrants examined the brand new- same old- icons and memes of the season, surfing through the memories to be pleasantly pleasing to each other while true to their school... no up to date here... the entire function of the dark ages, to get all the hate pain fear and death on one page, and kill for peace before the food stored up for an uncertain winter gets compromised beyond the comfort of the king... and all that jazz... so slavery was the natural offshoot of secret societies as well as the forced establishment of dualistic, albeit, short sighted, seeing so prevalent and popular today, to such a degree that anything referring to events and concepts outside the dual/slave premise constitutes some form of idealized insanity which one may be further enslaved by...i.e.... incarcerated.... fed warmed and clothed ... and not paid for labors or services... the state gets paid by the taxes levied on the free portion of the slaves, who are controlled in exactly the same manner, but under their own recognizance via the programming and conflict management of said dualism... exchanging dates and switching places, shuffling fates- as if there were a destiny.... inside of states where postures had the best of me, it was plain there was more to it than the television describes, or the serious side, but for the life of me cant define, and when the seer reads the horror scope the meek rise to occasion, like Peter Pan settling for Raspberry delights, or- Cinderella in the wind. The long and the short of it, - what it takes to join the band, Marching to Pretoria, Christian Soldiers, End the war Rallies and on to Capitals of choice ... round the World, round the Universe, the curse of contention, the dissonance fades to the Love MARCH, todays fine horizon as those elements develop a convergence of their own, while Jack Nicholson bounces round the room to rock-in strains of Phish doing the same.... to represent those who claim they try as they might to eradicate everything which doesnt allow others to do the same - a tea-bonic talliband of the mind, engaged from the start and both small and grand, over those for whom PEACE is the homeland, where LOVE is spoken, only, silently, to the infinite, myriad expressions of life of which we are ONE, and none too soon.. if it doesnt suit you ... make an exchange.... no substitutes.... negatives wont come back after the point of no return, and hidden postures will be healed, as the shadows fade to light, at last, as new tunes fill the atmosphere, and violence drops like dew and disappears.... can you fit it in? the next few thousand years????
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 12:56:41 +0000
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