The light levels fluctuating gently, a windless phenomenon, contemplating what the others feel and do in their our dark homes, this inconsistent light and the cold breath, paralyzed in bed for the sake of heat not laziness, sleep in clothes and monsters under the bed have chance to take advantage of the vulnerability of nudity, hot coffee and water and a powerbar, these are the elements of surprise for the perfect breakfast, though sarcastic.
Wake up with your tongue curled up, your throat dry and cracking, your voice feeling pulverized by forgotten horrific dreams. The kind that will come back to you during daylight and make you freeze where you are. Insanity and fear are powerful feelings. They are healthy. There is one life and confusion is a great incentive for growth. You will be clinging and climbing sporadically up the sides of brick universities like ivy. There will be many tunnels. They all seem to have a light at the end. Many could be elusive; a build of reflective phosphorous. Reach the surplus, light fades like a mirage in the gobi desert, the heat waves and the sun, this is a cave setting, the light now is at your back, like water in a vast spread of burning, putrid sand.
We crawl toward enlightenment. Dignified planets spacing out around a sun with centrifugal force. No reason for humans to be in orbit around ambitions. We have no cause to be mindless drifting bodies of mass. We have the potential to be individual suns. Let lesser bodies orbit around me, if anything. A sun in a new formation of a galaxy, so no planets are there yet, many years of small impacts to create large enough pieces of precious and filling-space metals or gases. All based on the gravity and laws of attraction you produce.
Dense and naive. You ignore moments that make you uncomfortable. You avoid growth. Everything is murdered by political or social motive, nothing is honest or worthy of believing in. This negativity through one tentacle and then a positive reinforcement of the same status quo you reject. You believe strongly in social roles in order for this machine to continue running as is. But then I must ask, what the fuck is so special about this machine? In order to be in solid working condition it must be regularly checked up on and examined for defects. The great mechanic would find many. Parts would be replaced or tossed out. Stoke the fire we need to fix ourselves in order to fix the world. Then I face the fact that I am swimming upstream. No one understands why I wouldn't want to watch television like a normal person. I just can't handle it. I won't buy in. This society saddens me with its conditioned stupidity and servility... You believe in this machine? You believe in a vague superiority that someone entitles you to the blessings you've received in your life. If only I could feel so god damn justified for my actions. The unintended consequences are plastic bags in the ocean floating like jellyfish, the recycling center is overflowing with disgusting personalities, hang out in loiter free areas and no transients are allowed, then what am I? Is there a permanent place for any of us or do we just dig our heels in deep? Deeper than mariana's trench at the bottom of the ocean... sinking and falling in our own subservience to the grand scheme? Believing every falsehood that is presented to us on gold platters labeled 'non-negotiable truth' and then we have to digest that without dying inside. Many of us die inside without ever knowing it. Simply wasting through existence the kind of mindset that most tv shows aim at. The stupid servants. They hate or love what they do. What does it matter.
Poor bastards.
Never ignore your own consciousness. Your own appraisal of this maniacal and deranged world order. This is the key to progress. A fucking positive term. Always forward progress. Not diminutive diversions away from this path. Taking the low road, more often traveled, always. Crushed by boulders from those on the high road who are unaware of the landslides they cause.
This is YOUR WORLD.
