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Hypnagogique: Soliyudeness severe sol l Ri dinois

by on Jun.30, 2012, under Laughing Ricochet

Face of the Godless

Face of the Godless

The twenty first cultural malaises, a collective unconsciousness of over privileged me-mes and shrill specters of ersatz liberalism amalgamated into conservative goals to rule at the finale of the earth’s surface destruction from their nitrogen exhalations of stupidity Saran-wrapped in gluttonous holy shit.

An unsustainable, albeit, unsuccessful attempt to hybridize sixties vibe with seventies protests of free love, inexpensive highs and jaundiced eye-mind links to fifties nuclear family values buried in bomb shelters of the penultimate dusk in harrowing seas of rage against the machinations forged through masculine pomposity.

Feral in the beginning of night; creatures of lust are bound to twines of forbidden tastes.

Devourer of soul’s energy, all that cannot be seen by pale green lights scrutinized with anger and angst anoints the headspace with original thought transmissions; recreating brains in its own image and woe but true as the drippy membranes envelop tastes for grassy sculptors apprentice Linotypes obits to mishpocas in the moth man and hopper grass families.

All are food be it thought or thoughtlessly

Delicious

and

Malicious

but mightily indigestible

Spectral in its aura and mysterious in its origin, there was neither natural nor rational explanations for the immense glistening sky sheath that rose higher than eyes can see and further in its width than the forests and bucolic pastures it crossed transversely could fathom in their experiences.

Takers.

Not givers.

And so afraid. Ashamed and unable to articulate fears and regrets and never wanting her her to think me a deviant, at least not beyond normal deviancy.

Faux sentience empowers
Super novae and Black Holes
Amused in mega parsecs at the edge of Alpha Proxima.

Lost in the Oort Cloud
Perishing in labyrinthine delights of love for she doth not exist beyond empty vessels and in the blackest of voids transformed and transfigured into new being-tides.

Hopeless heart breaks, yet hopeful, in paradoxical equality that forgiveness was not an antiquated function of ego feigning sincerity as another sword of power and the five senses rendered senseless nana-ocular occurences in hypnagogic whirligigs of silent succulents.

Cat’s meow
divided
by
coyote’s yowl
equals
mankind’s
growl

Erratic behavior is rewarded and escapes into extragalactic space.

Celestial choirs of the invisibles and splitudonpid harnessed energies accelerating at 900 miles per second. Talos Sigma 9 raced past the event horizon as sister world Persephone Quatrain, of the Pegasus Dwarf Galaxy, fell into the Black Hole of sweet dreamless fabrications.

The Mentored Shapeless was there, too, just to the left of subconscious fortunates and disembodied intellectual energy as the Panopticon Methuselah used the corporeal nemesis of peripheral vision to disquise and disappear willfully.

Dr. Ernst knew he could hide only once before the dREaMbanditS extricated him from the frost section and Jovian was entrusted with the impressionistic cryptography before disintegrating in agonizing shrieks that awoke banshees in rural Vermont. The light tunnel was glowing with resplendent colours indecipherable to color blondness. Bernie was tickled with the airbrushing maelstrom of imagery Hieronymus Bosch designed with M.C. Escher inverted trapdoors and Rube Goldberg enthusiasm.

Singularity was the weapon as we sensed banditry swirling molecularly smaller to engage the hypnagoger guarding the entrance to REMhedge.

Cut and pasted like a seventies daily newspaper slick, replete with errors, omissions and syntactical abominations directed at the proudly unwashed illiterate milieu; equally as frightend for centuries of brutality and Draconian epithets of who, how, what and where to believe in whatever God dropped from the sky that day.

Wake up; Little Suzy was there, too.

Soliyudeness severe sol l Ri dinois

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