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Dreary and Delirious

Dreamy but still Dexterous;

Damn it, the night demands Dynamite.

The fat lady sang right as the telephone rang and

Bang

Blast the hinges off the door, right across the floor and the shrapnel echoes

Clang, Clang.

They claim it was not terror,

Just an overlooked error though I hate to be the bearer but the truth has seldom been rarer.

Just ask the propaganda sharer, that darkly disguise wearer and he shall admit:

The devastation has never been displayed in a manner any fairer...

Such are the dirty demonstrations of the passive future-starer,

Not an inch left to shift for the righteous carer.

Observe the innocent blood running down at a slanted angle.

Wolves making deals with corrupted shepherds.

Colossal corporate smiles as they rape, pillage, and mangle.

Attractive little kitty-cats with teeth like leopards.

Fiendish friends pursuing filthy fact-based fictional, personal ends...

Horrendously hell-bent hooligans and hoodlums hiding in hypocritical hierarchies, hollowing out all hallowed higher perceptions of humanity's hidden hopefulness... All the while hollering in hysterical hilarity at one another's helping-hand mentality, hacking away at the slightest hint of hospitality.

It's Heavy...

It's Here.

Our Highway of Horrors.

No halfway, head on to heartache, who can still hear the Heroes?

The stories one may find told today about a better tomorrow were already ludicrous yesterday, while the leaders of the leaders of yesteryear already held you in fear, the dictators of modern-day have convinced you to swerve and sway, causing a critical delay when in fact there is NOTHING in your WAY!

Block your precious ears from what nonsense they have to say.

Reality is redundant, and reverence is ridiculous... The Rage age has you rotting in a planet-sized cage while you riot your daily dead-end road through the maze, in a shock-therapy-induced daze as you repeat over and over again a merely slightly modified evolutionary phase. And why not? Everybody's doing it, it's the latest social craze... Just wait until you get to the end and reach that fabled piece of cheese, spoiler alert: it's riddled with disease. Your just reward for all that begging, "Oh please?"... OH PLEASE...

If I must for a moment over-simplify:

Every second you live as they want you to live, you are letting yourself die.

The most morbid kind of mass manipulation mingled into our massively popular mono-channel mind-state monopoly. Their magical tricks and treats are so truly profound, they leave you simply spell-bound, believing that magazine-cover celebrity mimicry makes our little blue and green world go round, as long as you imitate and dutifully procreate, you are promised "the preferred-client rate" so that their dastardly regime may duplicate and duplicate and duplicate and duplicate and duplicate...

This is how they dominate, this is how they essentially eradicate.

This is the only thing in the galaxy I truly hate.

Most will adamantly maintain that for spitting these sorts of far-fetched constructions of cripple-minded conspiracy I must surely be a lunatic, to the first degree, sentenced indefinitely insane...

I simply shrug off your ill-begotten allegations and merrily laugh to myself.

I assure you with concrete confidence,

I have not been derailed, I'm merely on a different train.

Perhaps if you could tear yourself from the make-believe bonds of being born a broken down and belittled bondsman of a human being, beaten into strict pre-conception of just what exactly is what, you could jump track at the next point and board the free-expression express alongside me, then you may also enjoy this most profound journey engineered by destiny.

Open your mind so that you may also finally look forward to the final destination we are spiritually at right to see...

That, my friend,

Is there where we are free?

Are you sure you won't rather come along with me?

You'll undoubtedly regret missing all of the marvelous things there are to see.

Viva le Controlled Anarchy,

Ushering in the unstoppable Age Of The Revolutionary Free Visionary...

Without mercy, so cries one man's midnight decree, and behold:

So it shall be...

We Pursue Eternity, Profoundly.

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(My brain hurts a bit after vomiting out all of this wild anti-establishment madness, so I hope somebody finds it an enjoyable read. ;) Peace. JJ)