With resolute determination of the density on which I find my destiny, the fading hopes are dashed against the changes which never took place on the level they were anticipated. In the darkness, I laugh again as my pointless yammerings are received here and now by your brain which may or may not interpret all that I write and say as decipherable.
Alas, nothing much comes to my brain of late which aches for inspirational instigation into actionary motivation. Inept though I may seem, irrevocably authoritative in my vocabulary. Mental though I may be, if you comprehend the least of these meaningless voids devoid of purpose, then you too can carry the inception of hopelessness within your mind.
Comforting warmth encompasses my soul and I am cheered by the night as it wraps me afghan style while in Afghanistan piles of bodies litter the sandy shores of the desert, hidden in the shadows of the moonlit hillsides. A threat from and of the North has become meaningless to the ardent generations who wander and wonder around the meanings of all the hatred for those who hold true to their beliefs.
The teacher screams his thoughts aloud to an empty classroom in a silent school, devoid of educational funding. In the distance, clusters of insecure children huddle around a sole desk like petals to a flower, as in the heat and odors of their hormonal bodies they shuffle their feet in hopes that some day soon they may be allowed to have a seat of their own in this one-hundred-to-one student to teacher rationing.
Wealthy children hide their privates in their private schools as their parents shell out a pittance of their incomes - such pittance as would open an entire district of educational possibilities if spent instead on public good. However greedy they may be, they see no value in performing such public citizenship duties as sharing what enormous wealth they shovel off the outskirts of the continent of investments with those who need a mere splinter of such interest.
And so a man who has destroyed countless lives, untold quantities of homes, and the possibility of a whiff of a future for millions of children, parents, and hospitalized victims, wishes to hold in his hand the reigns of power. Be he glove or mitten, his snow covered temples hide behind them the millions of dollars of wealth he robbed from those who could not afford to lose a single half-cent from their pay, much less their entire purpose of employment. Let him spout his attitudes and lie his falsehoods and watch the nation crumble as he guides his muck-muck pals into ever-more liberated chaos, while they all trample beneath their over-priced leather-shod feet the ruins of what could have been.
NO! Let instead the nation thrive and stay alive as control is restored, purpose granted, funding ripped from the greedy maws of militant zealots and flushed into the collapsed veins of this society. Take heed, Nottingham, for we are Robin Hood and our time has come to take from your coffers to feed our hearts, minds, souls, and moths with a future you wish only to ignore and pollute.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Relevance in an Irrelevant World
Nonconformity and apathy can lead one to perpetual loneliness while laughing in the darkness of night. My mind is filled with the non-concerns of people who submit to the hierarchy and innocuous untruths of the mass media state. These baboons use guerrilla tactics on occasions in their attempts to sway my determination to not follow, but to lead my self and my world into a future misbegotten and unbeholden to anyone, anything, or any corporate entity.
The anarchist heart pounding in my chest skips a beat every few hours, bringing forth a new surge of agony as the breath catches in my throat and my mind is awakened, refreshed, and alerted to every sound, vision, odor, and desire around me.
The concept of "common sense" is an uncommon presupposition by inexperienced imbeciles who hold to their only known worldview as the sole probability in the infinite complexity of societal norms and cultural tradition. Thus conflict arises when two "common sense" variables clash. Bring on the WAR!
Wild unpredictable infinities rest upon the ether: unseen, unheard, unknown, until a device which may decry the attitudes and glamour of the cyber spaces between you and me without limits of branding or pricing nor requirement for survival in this tech-savvy age.
Authorship and copyright are becoming more meaningless to the viewer, listener, reader, or consumer of the creations of the creatures who find some form of conflict, anguish, or desire within themselves to express all that they may in the way they find most suitable to their lifestyle.
Data being as it is not, thusly unimportant and overpriced, one can only submit to the lash which drives us all to painful souls and soles as we stomp our way through the contradictions of life. Relevance in such a world of digital stratego results more often in finding a bomb than capturing the flag.
The confidence of my disciplined mind leads to confusion for those who have been deprived of proper intellect due to impoverished coffers and unsatisfactory funding of the education system. Privatization benefits only the wealthy and drives the poor over the cliff of impertinent obsolescence.
In the darkness, I sit here laughing at you as you drift your retinal gaze across the electron light before you on that screen so bright. In darkness, I find myself laughing at the inevitability of living in an irrelevant world of misfits and outcasts who only wish to be part of the common sense world, when normality has been raped away from us without a care at the blood lost.
The anarchist heart pounding in my chest skips a beat every few hours, bringing forth a new surge of agony as the breath catches in my throat and my mind is awakened, refreshed, and alerted to every sound, vision, odor, and desire around me.
The concept of "common sense" is an uncommon presupposition by inexperienced imbeciles who hold to their only known worldview as the sole probability in the infinite complexity of societal norms and cultural tradition. Thus conflict arises when two "common sense" variables clash. Bring on the WAR!
Wild unpredictable infinities rest upon the ether: unseen, unheard, unknown, until a device which may decry the attitudes and glamour of the cyber spaces between you and me without limits of branding or pricing nor requirement for survival in this tech-savvy age.
Authorship and copyright are becoming more meaningless to the viewer, listener, reader, or consumer of the creations of the creatures who find some form of conflict, anguish, or desire within themselves to express all that they may in the way they find most suitable to their lifestyle.
Data being as it is not, thusly unimportant and overpriced, one can only submit to the lash which drives us all to painful souls and soles as we stomp our way through the contradictions of life. Relevance in such a world of digital stratego results more often in finding a bomb than capturing the flag.
The confidence of my disciplined mind leads to confusion for those who have been deprived of proper intellect due to impoverished coffers and unsatisfactory funding of the education system. Privatization benefits only the wealthy and drives the poor over the cliff of impertinent obsolescence.
In the darkness, I sit here laughing at you as you drift your retinal gaze across the electron light before you on that screen so bright. In darkness, I find myself laughing at the inevitability of living in an irrelevant world of misfits and outcasts who only wish to be part of the common sense world, when normality has been raped away from us without a care at the blood lost.
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