Uninterrupted stream of Consciousness(This should be read just as it was written-uninterrupted.
Painstaking beauty released from the wombs of obsession and caressed by the vulgarities of our primitive pulsation breathing life into the empty vessels of our fleshy shells only to be set ablaze by the piercing gaze of our eternal flame dislodged by insurmountable leverage, tickled by fancies and smothered by facts, i lie helpless in the dark, shattered asunder by the winds of morrow, slipping through crescent cracks of a bottomless aphotic abyss. i aim to to miss, and strike while its hot slashing the air right before your throat. I wonder where why began and how when ended, straightened the question marked by exclamation's point. I do not hear music when I dream, I scream and echo the silence of candlelit caves and sundried waves reversing the mechanics of prisms and avoiding the pinpoint illusion. I give kudos to serpents and judo chops to merchants who try to sell me what is free. I bleed endlessly and enter through doorways made of glass and harass the doormen with sunspot rays decayed evolution is the solution to mans disarray. I behave badly and ive been had sadly it seems, my demeanor is mean and full of contusion I need not therapy to the therapist's confusion. i understand not what can be understood and instead study the art of misunderstanding the facts. my thoughts convoluted through the looking glass, ive amassed enough inertia to shatter the image and replace it with my own perception of deception. I walk the world and talk with figments of my imagination and shake the hands of the characters hired to play the roles of spectators in one of universe's grandest plays. what fools are they, they are the tools, to be used and when they are reach the limit of the gauge the tethers are loosened and they fall endlessly into the light with no way of rejecting it. lost with no shadow, I battle the forces unforeseen, the demons shrieking in the background piercing my eardrum, i bleed from the ears and with the blood I paint the canvas white, I hate color and love light. gold is my enemy and silver my might. candlewax burned holes through sheets that i wear to scare the children in their nightmares. ghosts repel stopping time to make sure they are punctual while they puncture lungs and breath in the gasses that keep them alive long enough to die. Again I wonder why, ponder how and evaluate when the answers beg questions. I think in reverse, my life rewound. I know what happens and look forward to the past. At last Ive won the bout by admitting defeat bitter is the taste in my mouth, never again will i eat the sweets of salt I strike the sulfur to see. I'm left behind like seashell on the beach, what a bitch, to be found by egg-shaped silhouettes with no itch left to scratch, held captive inside a jar not made of glass. I'm in a trance at the moment and cant be jarred loose it seems. silly are the words of worlds speaking lies veiled by truth. My fingers numb and raw to the bone, and instill my talents are honed, i can feel the gathering in the underbelly ready to make their last stand. they fight their uphill battle and reach the apex of evocation open wide the gates of liberation and out comes the regurgitation. Ive vomited you see, and in the rivers of upheaval i notice the ships of agony boosting their victory flag. some victory they cant see that they are about to be flushed down the toilet. yet another river of defile most vile i see the victors swimming in bile. I laugh wholeheartedly at my creation. i feel the sensation of abandonment as they swirl counterclockwise down the their tunnel, yet they will see no light.
Painstaking beauty released from the wombs of obsession and caressed by the vulgarities of our primitive pulsation breathing life into the empty vessels of our fleshy shells only to be set ablaze by the piercing gaze of our eternal flame dislodged by insurmountable leverage, tickled by fancies and smothered by facts, i lie helpless in the dark, shattered asunder by the winds of morrow, slipping through crescent cracks of a bottomless aphotic abyss. i aim to to miss, and strike while its hot slashing the air right before your throat. I wonder where why began and how when ended, straightened the question marked by exclamation's point. I do not hear music when I dream, I scream and echo the silence of candlelit caves and sundried waves reversing the mechanics of prisms and avoiding the pinpoint illusion. I give kudos to serpents and judo chops to merchants who try to sell me what is free. I bleed endlessly and enter through doorways made of glass and harass the doormen with sunspot rays decayed evolution is the solution to mans disarray. I behave badly and ive been had sadly it seems, my demeanor is mean and full of contusion I need not therapy to the therapist's confusion. i understand not what can be understood and instead study the art of misunderstanding the facts. my thoughts convoluted through the looking glass, ive amassed enough inertia to shatter the image and replace it with my own perception of deception. I walk the world and talk with figments of my imagination and shake the hands of the characters hired to play the roles of spectators in one of universe's grandest plays. what fools are they, they are the tools, to be used and when they are reach the limit of the gauge the tethers are loosened and they fall endlessly into the light with no way of rejecting it. lost with no shadow, I battle the forces unforeseen, the demons shrieking in the background piercing my eardrum, i bleed from the ears and with the blood I paint the canvas white, I hate color and love light. gold is my enemy and silver my might. candlewax burned holes through sheets that i wear to scare the children in their nightmares. ghosts repel stopping time to make sure they are punctual while they puncture lungs and breath in the gasses that keep them alive long enough to die. Again I wonder why, ponder how and evaluate when the answers beg questions. I think in reverse, my life rewound. I know what happens and look forward to the past. At last Ive won the bout by admitting defeat bitter is the taste in my mouth, never again will i eat the sweets of salt I strike the sulfur to see. I'm left behind like seashell on the beach, what a bitch, to be found by egg-shaped silhouettes with no itch left to scratch, held captive inside a jar not made of glass. I'm in a trance at the moment and cant be jarred loose it seems. silly are the words of worlds speaking lies veiled by truth. My fingers numb and raw to the bone, and instill my talents are honed, i can feel the gathering in the underbelly ready to make their last stand. they fight their uphill battle and reach the apex of evocation open wide the gates of liberation and out comes the regurgitation. Ive vomited you see, and in the rivers of upheaval i notice the ships of agony boosting their victory flag. some victory they cant see that they are about to be flushed down the toilet. yet another river of defile most vile i see the victors swimming in bile. I laugh wholeheartedly at my creation. i feel the sensation of abandonment as they swirl counterclockwise down the their tunnel, yet they will see no light.