While trying to articulate what lays in the hidden orifices of artistic expression the man behind the personalities is gone. Just like that, he’s had enough.

Don’t aggregate the past in aggravated studies while the present is arduous and filled with the anonymity of love itself. While most have their noses in books paying for the piece of paper they give in trade for cash to gladly accept in return (with no monetary value, of course) from the university with an evil smile, the others are incurring the backlash which is fired at their forehead due to them (the them being those spoon sucking university fucks) being there right now and paying the cow which is soon to be shot skinned sliced and scorched for their fat asses to eat.

Intellect has nothing to do with education.

I’d say I love you all but I don’t. My provocation is not bread from hate, but necessity. It’s born from the resentment of being punished in the past and struggling in the present.

Humility is only truly known when utilized and transformed to a silent subliminal virility.

The undermining actions of greed you see in society now is so far from what is understood in a spiritual sense as I can only imagine the paradox which has been colorfully and carefully created around the complacent… I’m thankful I’ve never been satisfied enough to see this spectrum.

I’ve been awake since day one moving with silence and pulling plugs from under your ankles since the beginning of time... some don’t wear watches or keep track. Some souls have been awake forever. And that same some is spinning records and juggling beats that only make their way into the minds of the ones in the know. The rest are going to go and drive and strive for that invisible dream so what’s the use in talking about the weather when a storm of consciousness is brewing as we speak.

Forget everything every time you wake up.

The easements of the easygoing middle ground are slowly getting twisted to a stressful bend. The pose in which many have lived life for so long in while standing with nothing to give and very little to take has caused a worldwide insanity that thrives on the fiendish consumption of crap wrapped in plastic. It’s lonely at the bottom but leverage never has had anything to with stature so who cares?

Follow?

Some see power as involving money and control and numbers. Others know its birth canal is the mind and its lifeline lay in the will of oneself. As many are controlled very few stand free. The ones who do in this day and age are chock full of power.

Money games are for the wannabe righteous, but this game is for the wicked. Get with it or get out. I don’t give a fuck either way.

Are you disturbed at the fact all of your possessions are getting pawned and all your plastic, gold, and bills becoming irrelevant? The middle class is evaporating and I stand at the bottom where I’ve always been with dirty scarred workingman hands welcoming the elitists back to the ground they were born on way back when. With thick skin and nothing to lose this place is filled with hues yet to be named and dues yet to be paid.

I’m right at home as always spitting syllables and coughing up run on sentences.

The psyche is not normally psychotic; but given the unbalanced mentality I’ve adopted it is rightly and currently just a bit jumpy with a tinge of paranoia and frustration constantly chewing at its edges.

The bees just want to sting at this point because the hive is falling apart. When she won’t make you come it’s time to go. Things are getting sticky at this point. My tenacity is too tumultuous for most conditioned ears to hear and far too deep to house most sheltered souls… the silver spoon suckers could never make their way out of the darkness.

I watch her bow at his feet and I see the others pray to the God of the prettiest label while the Brahman inside me assures the Atman that no deity or human being on this earth is worth self sacrifice.

I smoke in the face of their insecurity and drink strong whiskey out of the bottle at their meetings of first names and infinite blame.

While speaking in philosophical tongues mine is moving and wet with the constant cajoling of the masses through the avenue of truth. I stand alone stoned mad tired and strung out but keep going and moving and thinking without a care in the world. I hear the echoes of the needle on the record which shakes the walls with the vibration of decade old bass lines as the futile get down to what was created so long ago and the everyman moves slow and steady with distorted minds and heavy hearts allowing themselves to be so far apart from what they could would and shoulda been. It’s all so fucking old and played that we are becoming reclusive shits living in the revolution of the recognizance of what never was.

Stay with me…

Adopted by the surveillance of the paranoid the positivity only exists behind closed doors which is a shame being that it never gets to have the heat of the sun bask its bare back or warm its cold soul.

Time and space and the shortage of such are just cop outs. The people are so fucking brainwashed that the majority don’t have a chance in hell in leading a rewarding life of any merit. I hear ones speak of struggle who have big cars and wealthy family and healthy support. I see their contradiction with a smile while chipping away at my afflictions. I watch their hypocrisy and feel not an ounce of pity. I walk past the gas stations pumping out their venom 24 hours a day and laugh at the ones who need to get there now. I have a hard time believing that this is what society has come to. It’s just ugly at this point.

I sit in the sand and keep time with the waves and walk with the wind and see under fluorescent lights and don’t want to fight for something that should be a given.

My philosophies may be inexact to some extent and deal in dreams of the unrealistic at times, but the difference between my words and my writing is that the writings usually give a fuck. I don’t, won’t, and never will. Don’t waste your time thinking otherwise.

Everyone gets what they need due to karma, and receive what they want if they stay committed to love and truth.

To do what others won’t and say what others are afraid to in actuality is to put the soul on display and show a natural spirit which is seldom seen.

Life is simple, life is sweet, and life is short. Do what you want so you can live with ease, taste the nectar, and feel the breeze. Just don’t stand around waiting because that is a waste of time. Prioritize you life in a fashion very few do and base your mentality on something deeper, something of meaning and purpose. Show faith by denouncing organization and grow a backbone by walking alone.

We were not put on this earth to cope.