Archive for December, 2011
‘O clear and soul-reviving star!
Whose sight doth try my trust,
If thou thy light from me debar,
Instantly die I must.’
Don Quixote, Miquel de Cervantes
Turn off all the technology.
Crush the computer into smithereens.
Insurgency must end this nightmarish existence of systematic destruction of the personage.
Smash digital cameras of egotistical accomplishments.
Drive the luxurious vehicles of ruthless organizational egocentrics head on into the oncoming traffic of malicious vilification.
Splinter the high definition three dimensional television screens of overwhelming depravity masquerading as entertainment.
Electrocute micro chipped implants and gratuitous violence from the male brain.
Read by candlelight and only books written before you were born.
Freedom is an illusion.
During WW II, concentration camp victims rightfully would have seen it differently; however, today, freedom does not exist, even if governments, advertising agencies, universities and the media try and spin it.
It always has been and always will be so relinquish the illusionary conceit that we are special.
We are not extraordinary.
Thousands of years of evolution and we barely can see beyond the darkness that envelops our miniscule brain pans. Undoubtedly, we have made great strides with our masturbatory armaments of animosity across the surface of the earth.
Detestation is in every home and every heart and yet we pray for forgiveness that is not imminent and consider an incorporeal resurrection that only exists as an architectural design to ensnare true believers with trepidation and domination.
Focus from the revelation that this miasma of ambiance, without suffocation, will be avoided by a few but not the multitudes of sordid conformity.
We are not alone in the universe; however, we are exiled to its farthest realms so as to not contaminate intelligence that has learned to exist without hatred, money and religion and politics ruling their spirits.
An electromagnetic burst of energy would do wonders for this ailing world. It needs to heal and while we think we are helping we are only prolonging the agony. As the planet earth completes its reversals of its recent alignment it will be bliss at last.
Transcend sadness with gladness that in the New Year it will be the finale of privacy. We gave up all rights long before machinery imprisoned our minds and souls. We enjoy the suffering and pain too much to empty the glass of light beers and irradiated seafood.
Pour the misery of defeat from the amber glass of oppressive disillusioned assimilation and annihilate the bastards of pretentiousness; we are not self-important but utterly selfish and rather than chivalrous, boorish self-centered superficiality.
So toast to 2012 with more than inviolate dynamism and search for meaning beyond your overconfidence.
No happy new year from me, dear readers, just a reminder that the tapestry of fate is woven with the bloodshed of billions of lost souls who are no longer here to forewarn that even Mrs. Wiggs understood the significance of living in the cabbage patch.
Liberation will come when only a handful of sentient beings remain on the new world to replenish and respect this lovely orb in space.
Stale leftovers from earlier madness:
excerpted from my faux novella “semi-clad breakfast at tiffany’s pomegranate”
It was at the precise moment that Henri’s forehead unintentionally calculatedly struck the left side of the door frame that he reached an epiphany.
He was an erotically narcissist strutting egotist.
If other’s were sheepishly attired wolves incognito he was a cross dressed antediluvian carnivore posing as a door to door salesman of affable misogyny gift wrapped in pink nylon ribbons to obscure erroneous intent.
In the span of three days Henri had seduced, romanced and abandoned the lesbian lover of his cousin, hydroplaned his best friend’s 2005 Bentley into a lamp post and ripped off his condo-renting brother’s tenant’s of their primo marijuana knowing they could not report it to the authorities without arrest and eviction for violating the criminal activities clause of their lease.
Beneath the sexual misanthropy and escalating conduct of self-satisfied insecurity and delusion was a cheerless buffoon who needed a face forward fender-bender gender reassignment.