>quicksand

September 30, 2010 at 17:51 (Uncategorized) ()

>metaphorically speaking homelessness(21st century word) is like quicksand, the harder you struggle the faster you sink.

quicksand.

going going gone are the aspirations that once carried the torch forward in a precise march of conditioning and pride of self in the false light of ego and purpose. falling short of the social malaise, caught in the slipstream of the status quo, cut loose and bound in plastic yesterdays news is no longer viable to the mass media right and wrong/left and right commercialized/compromised human condition.

quicksand.

sinking sinking sinking into the argument of Laplace’s demon, surfing the tsunami of determinism and desperately hanging on to the free will randomness in a universe of infinite wisdom which is elusive yet at the same time tangible to nobody/everybody.

quicksand.

run run run and repent, falldown and be humbled/humiliated in the kingdom/fiefdom of the land of nowhere. in the worship of false idols who supply the distraction required to continue the walk the walk and talk the talk in obtuse harmonic distortion/extortion of all karmic consequence.

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>everything

September 24, 2010 at 18:01 (Uncategorized) ()

>everything is lost and everyone is looking for it in all the wrong places/spaces. everything is lost and everyone wants to play a fools game to occupy their short time and short attention span because instant gratification/masturbation is the push-button pleasure zone of their own private idaho that is confined in a little box of synthetic consciousness with a cellphone detonator and an infinite disconnect.

everything.

everything is lost and everyone really knows it but would rather eat dirt than confess to the deliberate formation of the lost cause society for the ultimate exclusion of the majority for the benefit of the privileged few. everything is lost and everyone is complicit in the crime of the century that is the worst case scenario, conspiracy breakdown of the eroded/corroded social contract that has decided to eliminate the fictitious middle-class lie.

everything.

everything is lost and everyone is lost.

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>raindream

September 17, 2010 at 18:35 (Uncategorized) ()

>the rain came last night and it rained and rained and rained when it wasnt supposed to. it was then that the inanimate figure with the porcelain head (masklike)and the huge yellow eyes began to stare and the animated woman with the short hair and the not quite complete set of gold teeth began to talk incessantly though not a word was heard. its colder now than it has ever been and the outlook lacks a best case scenario even though the raindream was definitely worth the price of inadmissible.

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>streamofconsciousness

September 15, 2010 at 16:43 (Uncategorized) ()

>streamofconsciousness…streamofconsciousness…streamofconsciousness…to be able to transport this park bench with its history of the broken human condition and its scars of dreams lost to a safe haven far from the machine noise and the imposing structures of ego driven instant-gradification. to be able to write just one god-damn sentence worthy of being read, that said something of substance, that moved forward in thought and possibly even in action yet it refuses to be. there is no suit and no haircut here on the well manicured streets of deception, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from the non-stop failure of the lost word.

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>virginiawoolf

September 14, 2010 at 18:06 (Uncategorized) ()

>virginia woolf is heroin. a persona that encompasses everything that art could have been yet is not. unlike any other artist who re-creates art she lived art, breathed art, and in the end died art. obsession doesnt even begin to describe what an introduction to this work can do to the true spirit of writing and the day to day grind of survival in what continues to be the most trying of times.

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>planzzz

September 13, 2010 at 16:48 (Uncategorized) ()

>the masterplan has yet again failed to bare witness to any appreciable movement in a stagnant existence. outrunningthought is only a sidebar consequence in the grand scheme of outrunning everything.wherein failure has become a constant companion playing the duel role of adversary and accomplice in this street theatre of human destruction. the paradox of the human condition has never been so clearly etched into what is left of this overtaxed and overtortured gray matter in that freedom is just a word, opportunity is just a joke, society is a closed loop of the priveledged, and the only constant is crisis.

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