Post by moneyisevil on May 17, 2005 13:05:30 GMT -5
Hey...I'm writing a book.,....so i thought i'd share it with you hooligans....i'm not finished....so I am gonna post section by section....comments and critisism is highly recommended...cuz it'll help me out! Hope you enjoy this stuff...it's heavy i guess.....read with an open mind....
the working title right now is "YOU NEVER BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAY"
Many great prophets have predicted what elements the future holds for this shrinking planet. Although occult followings have proceeded the messages of superimposed messiahs, there is an empty reassurance that the bullion to be obtained after the nervous system’s last cell fires off is not within reaching distance.
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Orion has decided to sever the cocoon that houses his soul from the futile mundane revolution, sermonized incoherent consequentialism, that invades the amused majority made of the feeble minds stuck inside a constant fucked up routine.
I am inside. I am hollow. I know I have a choice. I admit that I am mobile but my limbs have been severed.
A fog drifts over my dormant body. Feelings of dissociation flutter my stomach mimicking the hatching of a double-headed boar born unnatural from the egg of isolation. Retaliations of the karmic cycle elicit a fierce feeling of a coincidental blur. I try to wipe my eye but the dust is too thick. Its raining inside again and the damp moisture has allowed mold to accumulate on my eyelids.
Dizzy and disorientated buildings are larvae eating the scabs. Flesh and bone are merely costumes the dense black mass disguises itself with. Let us pray with our hands and our mind. I wish I can open the clouds this time. Registering the possibilities tires an overworked child. Orgasmic recollection astonishment floods my heavy mind. Is there a form of higher intellect I can achieve?
So now the story begins. I know not what lies beneath these tired ruins. Of fellowship and pride I ride on the mentor of an everlasting mind. These mortal buildings are charcoal. Maroon ashes scathe the sky. Ashes on the streets complimented with distant thunder in the night. Midnight’s dusk has followed you. He whispers in my eye. A shackled dream that shakes you. A promise with a smile. He baits the infantile. The screams they shake the walls. Shriveled starvation crawls up our back shining a withered contract craving my tooth’s decay.
I lost myself in the smile. I lost myself tonight. I lost myself in midnight. I can’t find my sense again. I lost myself tonight. What if she too called your name? Crawled across your floor?
With satin lips she pleaded, “I yearn for more”.
Should I pick up the pieces? Or leave them to stay? I’m sure they’ll be trapped in a memory, not so fucken far away.
The locked formation hidden behind my eyes, in my systems code bears a rhetorical sneer. The vehicle we use is useful in so many ways. Yet the paradox is that it is limited. Or so we think. Layers of cellular tissues in the prism seek out the last fall. Unfolding neural mysteries clutter the perceptional view. Watch them choke on the carcass.
The belligerence cut my open sore, pink with delicate skin. I was sold to the idea that it’s all right to wound another. I knew their emancipating weapons force fed brutal extermination. They sliced the veins ripe with blood. Reflections are left lifeless drying in the sun. Breathing is put on harsh restriction. Oxygen should be spared for the dead. We need to find the answer because the question is killing us.
* * * * * * * * * *
If you took one minute to think outside yourself, would you find a world completely different, and see the bond between us? The flash of money smashes our memory. The flash of power tears away our love. It gnaws the rotted cerebellum until the whole thing is devoured. More is better. The professionals instruct the carnivore how to eat until the bone. He must strengthen what fails to give us sanctity. Indulgence in superficial bullshit that’s been abrasively passed by the means of hexes for years and years.
Do you do it with love? Or do you choose to lose yourself in hate? Some saved salvation in portions while others cut their wrists to circumstance.
They wouldn’t shake my hand because they thought too highly of themselves. There is punishment in starvation.
* * * * * * * * * *
The final judgment is our own judgment because we will not let it go.
* * * * * * * * * *
the working title right now is "YOU NEVER BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAY"
Many great prophets have predicted what elements the future holds for this shrinking planet. Although occult followings have proceeded the messages of superimposed messiahs, there is an empty reassurance that the bullion to be obtained after the nervous system’s last cell fires off is not within reaching distance.
* * * * * * * * * *
Orion has decided to sever the cocoon that houses his soul from the futile mundane revolution, sermonized incoherent consequentialism, that invades the amused majority made of the feeble minds stuck inside a constant fucked up routine.
I am inside. I am hollow. I know I have a choice. I admit that I am mobile but my limbs have been severed.
A fog drifts over my dormant body. Feelings of dissociation flutter my stomach mimicking the hatching of a double-headed boar born unnatural from the egg of isolation. Retaliations of the karmic cycle elicit a fierce feeling of a coincidental blur. I try to wipe my eye but the dust is too thick. Its raining inside again and the damp moisture has allowed mold to accumulate on my eyelids.
Dizzy and disorientated buildings are larvae eating the scabs. Flesh and bone are merely costumes the dense black mass disguises itself with. Let us pray with our hands and our mind. I wish I can open the clouds this time. Registering the possibilities tires an overworked child. Orgasmic recollection astonishment floods my heavy mind. Is there a form of higher intellect I can achieve?
So now the story begins. I know not what lies beneath these tired ruins. Of fellowship and pride I ride on the mentor of an everlasting mind. These mortal buildings are charcoal. Maroon ashes scathe the sky. Ashes on the streets complimented with distant thunder in the night. Midnight’s dusk has followed you. He whispers in my eye. A shackled dream that shakes you. A promise with a smile. He baits the infantile. The screams they shake the walls. Shriveled starvation crawls up our back shining a withered contract craving my tooth’s decay.
I lost myself in the smile. I lost myself tonight. I lost myself in midnight. I can’t find my sense again. I lost myself tonight. What if she too called your name? Crawled across your floor?
With satin lips she pleaded, “I yearn for more”.
Should I pick up the pieces? Or leave them to stay? I’m sure they’ll be trapped in a memory, not so fucken far away.
The locked formation hidden behind my eyes, in my systems code bears a rhetorical sneer. The vehicle we use is useful in so many ways. Yet the paradox is that it is limited. Or so we think. Layers of cellular tissues in the prism seek out the last fall. Unfolding neural mysteries clutter the perceptional view. Watch them choke on the carcass.
The belligerence cut my open sore, pink with delicate skin. I was sold to the idea that it’s all right to wound another. I knew their emancipating weapons force fed brutal extermination. They sliced the veins ripe with blood. Reflections are left lifeless drying in the sun. Breathing is put on harsh restriction. Oxygen should be spared for the dead. We need to find the answer because the question is killing us.
* * * * * * * * * *
If you took one minute to think outside yourself, would you find a world completely different, and see the bond between us? The flash of money smashes our memory. The flash of power tears away our love. It gnaws the rotted cerebellum until the whole thing is devoured. More is better. The professionals instruct the carnivore how to eat until the bone. He must strengthen what fails to give us sanctity. Indulgence in superficial bullshit that’s been abrasively passed by the means of hexes for years and years.
Do you do it with love? Or do you choose to lose yourself in hate? Some saved salvation in portions while others cut their wrists to circumstance.
They wouldn’t shake my hand because they thought too highly of themselves. There is punishment in starvation.
* * * * * * * * * *
The final judgment is our own judgment because we will not let it go.
* * * * * * * * * *