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eyeing the current environment---
the ins & outs of everyday mediocrity,
that which for most is nothing less than a mundane pledge
whereby swimming with the stream, abiding all the preformed
parameters &
echoing the culmination of
listlessness
bound by increasing sedentary lethargy
sustaining a perpetual monotonous
nature &
as this exterior becomes exhausting,
complete utter indifference is only a few steps away---
the need to extend our mere human notions vibrates within
shoots up through the spine, flickering behind the retinas---
it speaks from inside the deepest darkest
regions,
asking for something more than what has already been
experienced &
from this starting point, the body seems to stall, to wait for the
gun to go off,
however,
there’s nothing outside the current biological self which can commit such an
act---
the body then commanded by the mind makes its way out into the world
engaging in acts that have to top their former,
as a “western civilized” thrill-seeking people
make their most desperate attempts to quench their thirst for
something,
anything,
more interesting than what is stuffed down their throat
by the mainstream saturation,
like a farmer poisoning the herd’s grain with
mad cow---
it is that which cannot be written down in the present for the
future
which defines your present moments
then,
and with these ensuing explosions of emotion &
hopeful chaos
(which can only bring change by default),
the pattern of creation &
destruction is kept on track,
ironically, because still very much more human than anything else at this point,
the flight into the sun is expedited---
what is craved by the experience-needy is the splitting of the unknown in
two & then
the subsequent stepping through---
this can only come about by an insistence on the
visceral,
allowing ourselves to assert our various destinies without regard to
preconceived ideas
concerning what was once thought possible.
 
do not settle for what seems to be the only thing this life is selling---
spit on the comfortable dissatisfaction
found in the complacent &
venture out beyond
using all the energy you have at your disposal.
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