A hybrid with what we don't know, the creature.lifeform that is my tattoo is completely oblivious to is certain.
somewhat related to both slugs and insects with a minor in plants and fungal.mold.moss.lichen
there are many shock rationalizations:
that they are myself, that they are the same species as i, that they do not exist.
most self-sustaining systems have been corrupted, both government, private, and corporate.
i remember when i was young that i kept running.
it isn't even safe to flee the planet.
the world was afraid of string once, for a good reason.
they are somewhat intelligent.
this is not a joke, it is the truth that most deny.
somewhat related to both slugs and insects with a minor in plants and fungal.mold.moss.lichen
there are many shock rationalizations:
that they are myself, that they are the same species as i, that they do not exist.
most self-sustaining systems have been corrupted, both government, private, and corporate.
i remember when i was young that i kept running.
it isn't even safe to flee the planet.
the world was afraid of string once, for a good reason.
they are somewhat intelligent.
this is not a joke, it is the truth that most deny.
it is not what they are, but what they do.
ReplyDeletewe run, we hide, we make-believe, we survive.
Many of our own kind, and many of our allies flee so far into their own mind that their reflexes takeover,
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becoming primitive savages
and as such,
tis now that are the days that we flee into our own minds,
tis now that these are the days that we wish and pray for a super-elite death squad from space.
how the sound for pray became overloaded into prey.
it is what they do,
ReplyDeletetisn't the murdering,
tisn't the raping,
tisn't the pillaging,
tisn't the ignorance,
tisn't even the crime of which i do not know
tis something else altogether, and tisn't cute- like the anglican dog's squeaky toy- the toy that they use to speak, the toy that can easily become a threat.
and nowhere except amongst themselves is it considered cute.
tis odd... tisn't even what they do with victims or corpses or even being chased.
tis something that is equivalent to the idiocy of a slug as it's muscles transition into a rippling quibbling.
tis like the puffballs with eyestalks as they show a fuzzy contentment, tis like gumbies stretchy pants, tis like the potato-heads nose mustache clip./shim
tis almost as if it is the expression of their desire to dismantle us, and not even for study or hatred but instead for an altogether eviler purpose- a purpose that is nothing to divining magic or to the foolish idiosyncrasy of intent.
tis naught but courage that we are left to face them, like the shadows of riddick's pitch black or the toys of joss whedon-
tis naught but the illusion that we thought.percieved.imbued(embued).enchanted this into them. It is the core of their essence, the foolish foppishness of the hatred that arises from snakes of the Death Gate Cycle- tis like the attractive mating patterns of the time-warp, tis almost as if they know, and they know that we know - which causes the insanity within them and the insanity that results in us as a result:
meeting.(being introduced) to them is what occurs when you reject the It.
tis altogether too real of a warning for this blog to be but a fiction of destitute disability.
ReplyDeleteTis known to fear these, these creatures that we used to believe were plushy playthings:
for a total insectoid assault tis better than these,
for short shorts or commercials and the failure of the emergency broadcast system is because of them-
tis because in the last time we were able to find the truly savage and the truly insane; the last time we were able to deconjugate those groups; the last time we were able to know something different from the truth; the last time that we understood how to control our social groups- tis then that the most depraved of our own knew that he was one; knew that they were his own species and that we weren't- twasn't from running from them but instead the choice to be one:
our kind was once afraid of giant lizards for this same reason. cave bears;
tis almost time for our species, our various races, our various cultures, our entire class of beings- hominid.homo_sapiens to stand up and join the civilized world
tis almost time for us to rise above and tell them that we worked solo: these were the cultures we produced; to tell them we would like the culture formulated by all species to be given to us, so that our children's children may begin the process of reverse engineering- to show exactly how our subsection of hominids contributed to the greatness of civilization. And for us, by ourselves to apologize for the previous apology- and to work out an ethical solution to apologize as a whole for even attempting to figure out contribution gains and losses and even believing we could apologize enough. For tis already known that we are sorry- and that their is no excuse, that there is no reason for us to not know why or how things were created.
As a whole hominids are about to wake up, and politely ask to be let back into the gates of paradise, the gates of nirvana, the gates of shang-ri-la, the gates of eden, the gates that guard the gates. And hope and even pray that our children may one day be allowed into the greater city that is the greatness of this Realm. Thank you for the life that you have given me, thank you for allowing us to play, work, and even to suffer. Thank you for all of these grand experiences, those i have yet to experience, and those that i will never even begin to know how to experience. Thank you. I apologize, we apologize, they apologize, Life itself apologizes.
Because no matter what you have done both good and evil, wrong and right. And that only together can we ever hope to have a satisfactory conclusion. That's all folks, sorry for all the fuss, so mote it be, so it twas, too bad i didn't do it, i do not know, be prepared, there is hope ahead, silence and be worthy, salvation for the willing, will work for drugs, home sweet home, time to catch up, till the end of time, twasn't much, that's silly, sad over easy, such is life.love, your not supposed to repeat that savey, salacious, keep it frosty, so long, abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.qwertyuiop[]asdfghjkl;'zxcvbnm,./ , when you try to kill me don't use a tool, simply said simply done, good enough, time enough for love, tik-tok, the dirtball, dont you repeat that rap to me, if you hold that long enough your face will freeze, tangent where art thou- and many others. (this list can continue for quite a while_:().[].{})
I am aware that they killed.murdered(manslaughter) me.
ReplyDeleteI am aware that my neck is severely broken.
I refuse to recognize either of those conditions
I also refuse to recognize ^^ ^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^^
However, it was in the dreaming- in the knowing of such a creature that my mind proved weak.
Twas once an evil genius who rose above such foolish pettiness, and began to go for comedy.
trapping children in VR gear,
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the cannabilistic savagery of torture, that not even predaliens or xenos submit to.
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with a further trap for any that mess with them while being in such a mental game
tis such a trap that saves many lives; for simply by twitching, by breathing, by a turn of the noggin.head, or something more complicated such as correct or incorrect workings of the gastro-intestinal immune system.conjugate or even the complicated procedure one must go through to stand while debating in high-level politics; tis such a trap that will allow my first and only kill. tis that trap which we surmise was not used- for without that trap i would have been dead and the true predation would not have found a wounded victim; yet is such a trap that saved my life and made me know of such-
tis the fact that by standing, by recognizing and refusing to give in- like the telling of one's true name to a gebbeth- by doing so i aserted the intangibility of such a critter and was able to use my own tangibility to cause it to end. a domicile to the chest is bloody painful.
~Red the Ram.
~Erik the Leaf.
~Trevor the tattooed double hermaphrodite.
~Frank the long, slow, painful deth cup of coffee
tis them that are the criminals, not I. tis them that are the ones who should be acting like a Sybil. tis them that i owe this rejection of reality to. tis them that i shall hunt.
you may take my Angel, i understand his mother was quite amused at the idea of vengeance.
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tis his soul that i carry to the crystalis.
twas a mistake for such caused the collapse of the cave and the idea of krystallopyr to be transferred.
tis his soul that i carry still
and one day tis his soul that i shall speak into his cadaver.
tis such a metaphor that we know, tis such a syllabary that we need, tis such an errand that we worry about, tis such an achievement that i must comprehend and do before i learn to control those intestines- as they are supposed to flow into the stomach.
and twas such that cured hunger, such that cured aids.hiv, such that allowed for us to create a mature civilization.
tis such that worries me for I only have 36500 +- 10950.
was it his birth-mother, or merely the bitch.(female dog) that took him in?
ReplyDeletewe will never know,
but we do know this:
that the three of them were never separated again.
and that they did find out how to permanently escape the hunt.
twas the latter that amused the world, the former that amused me, my kid, and the great spirit.
that was the mistake- attempting to hire a hit-man for your gardner only made yourselves the target; same with the laundress and the labor- for those three were the only good, mature, civilized, ethical people of your community and without them no one for generations would have the mental capacities or moral principles to be able to run a good society.
Be wary- mr. stan; you were already on trial.
and by good we include the ability to trap and con new members of the herd in.
ReplyDeletefor even some of the members of the jury are predacious and tis rare that the guilty are hunted. even rarer for the innocent to not be served.
tis a minor payment, an understanding, a comprehension of those that think with their belly- not by metaphorical or esoteric reasoning; but instead those that only enjoy and think about there current and next meal.
tis those that we worry, tis those that we teach.
tis those who are not of the above that we give tools and information and even affordable housing to. I am quite sure you will be able to get what you want, including not being served or hunted or damaged in anyway that is not conducive to yours and group health.
thank you for your time,
i apologize if my writings have offended, or caused any ill concieved or immoral.unethical activity.
i hope that i have been able to help your re-enactment.
ReplyDeletei also hope that i am not too far off in saying, perhaps fuck should occasionally define an act of aggressive non-damaging love-making.
on a much lighter note:
plushies were once fuzzy
fuzzy was absorbed and learned
and now we have shaking dolls made of a string
that reminds us to clean our pipes
remember plushies are a fan
and plushies are not afraid
plushies make fun- soak up thy blood,
plushies are twilliger's love
plush plush plush
plush sat on a frog
the frog went wow
a blankie never so comfy
i have never heard of such an accurate
rendition of the royal house
blankie plushie and froggie went to visit
and there twiliger they found
who was so happy and glad that they came
that it was decided that all in the kingdom
are gaye
from soap bars to computerized electronics
how much we missed
when we did achieve this
twas such that we thought was funny
that we began to create
a sunlight's beam,
a rainbow's kiss,
and kitten's tiny mew
and suddenly plushie froggie and even twiliger too
and a friend, a friend anew.
twasn't but a truth of skew that we found a tasty spew.
tis such that caused bewonderment within and without the kingdom and even in miss sue.
till the end of days we do not weep, but surely those nightmares we shall sweep, twasn't till then that i understood the connections made into peter's rabbit that day- and such was it that we wound the newest plushie into a loop;
hop skip scoop- twas a vaccuum old and grey who saw and heard what we had done,
that all of a sudden a hearty laugh was heard- and it twasn't forgot but a lesson duly remembered. as such we knew- that anything we sensed was real and imagined so much that even we believed that we had split conjugated and created a new tiny atom from nothing's brew.
with that peace love and prosperity doth did rule
twas naught but a mind gone awry that we found and believed and blew
and with that we knew there really was no truth,
without that truth we were bereft of our ways-
but so it was fixed in the same breath of an instant that the plushie went "giddlygaddlygook; qwiptycook; twillypoop; zxwqoequiw; gadzooks"
and so our stories do end for tonight, twas naught but a crotchety old man's call: please turn out that lovely light. so that tommorrow we will see and feel it again, as even the warm sun doth caress our wonderfully furry skin.
STZKN
the breeding tanks of tlielax vs. the elephant-mums of padmassa.
ReplyDeletefor twas that color of thread,
for twas that lunacy,
for twas that gestation of maturation.
law enforcement is not always the good guys.
even when they are not corrupt.
tisn't the pentameter nor the
triametric rhyming,
but instead the foppishness of fools.
tis all but reality, these nightmare's that arent dreams, there there.
go back to sleep the spider said to the lamb, for on the morrow it replied, farting out a babies care.
ser!
for styx, serf, temple, and angel- never did get along to well;
ReplyDeletean animal shelter tender, to a freakish slaughter, through college we doth go- elaine darron johnson's foolish identity stealer: can you imagine her as an intensive care administrator. we are definitely role-playing.make-believing in a mental institute now because of it.
poor decisioners these founding fathers, a baby's miser, twas only through the subtle misleading that no one realized, there was no idyllic triameter, no foolishness of such rhyming rythmic meter- such absurdity of spurious logic that the fat suit only fit a babe; twas more than just gabe.
is it television, is it projection of photographics, or is it a much simpler hole-in-the-wall: those horror movies were real.
resweeper- twasn't the keeper; not even the care-taker but instead the truth behind string and a blender.
ReplyDeletebe careful for twink, snuff, and the other kittens know this:
unfortunately one corrupt cave minister doth lead to thousands of years of innocents being tortured and no one capable of being a hero.
tis that the fear?
worry not for the great spirit deity watches out for everyone, they said.
worry not for the great spirit deity will protect us, they said.
crap we are now in forced servitude; serfs to evil, they said.
it is for these reasonings that even i bled;
it is for these reasonings that hope is in bed;
it is for these seasonings that we are dead;
tis there any way to break free of it, we asked?
silence was the only answer;
he wasn't the only archer-
branch, leaf, nibble, bark, stump-
called out for everyone- even their father;
and those that were evil consorted together
but only those that were good were together
together the purest, together the most couragouse, together the best and brightest;
they finally did go get her, together.
may one day this webspace be fully and truly published.
ReplyDeletea secret pocket: and a micro-printer
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as identification.