Ah, fuck it... if I don't post it now, I'll forget. Stoners unite.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure. - Albert Camus
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I just entered a place, exit of space, separate tastes,
better for never expecting the pace, pressure and haste;
meant to escape. Whenever the place is ready for change,
get ready to play, forever and stay:
A message encrypted with letters and diction,
became what we call intellectualism.
The space that we saw, we collected and listed;
in basics and flaws, and metals and prisms,
and better opinions, cleverly written.
It takes me too long: an 'expert's' decision.
Pathetic submissive attempts at a quicker success,
and the different attempts gave missions to enter division.
And central to this, is never admitting
your efforts for winning are deadly and menacing.
Genesis tendencies; then belief enters me,
then its free membership, benefits, betterment,
separate-agendas get shredded and targeted:
skin of the "Heavens," embedded in Art and Myth.
I bet it was hard to miss.
The efforts for pleasure and Martyr's-script,
extended apart and ripped, a harder hit, a larger ship.
Technology following marksmanship;
now I can press the buttons.
Red and lush with men and bloodless henchmen trusting
the rest of the bunches of headless and blunted
extensions of us: get entered and much of the stress
is bludgeoned to death, "What a success!"
What if the son of another son, of another Sun,
appeared, in front of a nest of years?
Another one here, the glisten and shine.
Another reality: minute of time.
A 'jiffy,' and split of a fine, mineral, twined
within a design so intricate my,
description of this isn't finished but, fine.
Just think of the matrix, think of the changes,
think of the mazes, dangers and famous,
saviors and crazy neighbors and flavors you've tasted.
The way it arranges, the sameness, explain this:
The aim is to chain your fate to your...
hatred?
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion - Arthur Koestler
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The yin and the yang... the click and the BANG,
the stinging, the pain that rings in your brain.
And you know that all it takes is a singular change,
but you sit in your cage, sing to your 'faves',
dreaming for a minimum wage, a couple more shifts then a raise,
so maybe you can sit in the rays.
You touch the floor, committed to change,
the sun claws your back, your finger tips in the waves.
It comes crawling back, "fuck falling flat",
the rush when the lust or the surge of emotion,
veins ripple like turbulent, potent, circuit explosions.
The circus is open! Please begin turning your focus,
see the kids! Surf to the solstice,
watch your face cripple beneath the weight.
The Earth and it's oceans. Ascend the bonds,
of reality and as God you can tend the ponds.
But no, they say to "Get a job!
So you get a job,
now we have rent-a-cops and, and better pot.
See the brain, in your brain... See it's pain?
There you are!
I see you in the station!
Come be the train!
aim: sacrificemcee