Societal Distortion
Drastically perceived, auditory variant appearances major impersonation harboring general's infantry masking tape, hillbilly cow wrestler named, Jimmy. Pretending personality disorders,schizophrenia lands poor major hemmed up tight; blue jeans that are two sizes wrong left; unable to locate right, false accusations deliver doing wrongs’. Popularity sought above all else; failures’ fearful enlargement, completely blown cover, wagon horse drawn pool of soda ash, cremated cheap-skate rolling down-low. Look at the pretty bird…? Onset dementia; my name is Larry. Foil covers all visible surface areas, association plan's balloon; hot air flapping whoopee cushions, impractical joker stuttered speech impediment, raged against water boy. Don’t talks about my momma, ruled number one; silently golden. Plates smash slowly, motion sickness spinning; time stands unaccounted for short-term memory generally. Speaking directional bluntly, considering behavior changing stories; switching personality characters alter ego, index finger. Drool insanity's lip flaps loony tuned.
Stand back or I'll shoot!
Banana peeling monkey, daytime cross-words puzzled defectively. Special needs waste water treatment planting marbles. Hope grows. Jack horse manure shit is dead spaces air-head insulated boots; ninety-eight degree's heat band, wagon rider watcher. What wrist? Pick a hand. Cards split boards, magically tossed illusion. Pie-crusted compost collection, basket case offers monkey business. Paraded around, getting sleepy; follow the light and count-one. Love's final count-two. Close blinds; see through thick sculls, cracking knuckles. Brass beat down shaded curtains. "Peanuts, Here! Pop-Corn!"
"Strike-Three! Batter's out!" Back to the baseball game; societal distortionleaves the game seriously annoyed. Seventh inning-stretch couldn't stand the paralyzed retard. "What a waste; better off dead..." Faintly heard by the accuser...; killing positivity and blocking out sunny days with curtains and foiled humanity. Society is simply distorted by perceptional imagery of fellow man, vicariously through fear of failure's low self worth.
Society is not as it seems. Distortions mixed illusions have screw bald drivers flipping birds and honking horns. “Shhh...!”
Don't talk about your feelings, mind-reader mentality...
“You should already know my feelings." Let’s just say its privileged birthday's entitlement to a standard bare minimum; at-least. Fair is fair and hot is hot, just like cold is cold and all women have blonde hair...; not to mention that they are terrible drivers. While men are all douche bags who exploit women by treating them as objects. Hell yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about!
I'm saying that our silent feelings are loudly mistaken. Distortion is the mixed individual outlooks in the simple form of moods. We are discombobulated as a collective. “Coo-coo for Cocoa-Cocoa Puffs!”
I am eccentric and completely insane in comparison too...?
Normal is cute! Normal is fragile. Normal is...;
Anything but normal!
Normal is lame, dude!
Normal may not even exist because it's most likely dead, it's a flat line. Normal is a tight ass. Normal is a square. Normal doesn't act like those (normal) people. (The look! You know the one I'm talking about.)
Normal is a dick wad. Normal is a nark. Normal is a back stabbing, goody two-shoes, stuck-up, gossip queen, God's gift to the world, bully, jerk, closet everything or better yet; nothing, used tampon, chew spit, hemorrhoid, cry baby, a weirdo, loner, loser, prude, bitch ass, snitch, average, plastic, negatively judgmental, rotten, spoiled, sissy, half-ass, quitter, and Normal is like a sexually transmitted disease and right about now would be a great time to put your hands together because…; gonorrhea is normal.
Diseases are common in general: Nor-Mal! And normal is to not be something other than who you truly are, cause last time I checked, Normal is right up there with perfect. Society's distortion has become normal. It's normal to make fun of people. Normal to ignore your neighbors, to litter filth, rip people off, be impolite, double-dip, backwash, spread disease, not give a fuck, expect rejection, feel bad about being normal, accept failure, denounce the possibility of perfection, feeling unimportant, hopeless, sketchy and paranoid... Normal eyes dilate through the Venetian Blinds. ?Normal is unable to be the best you that you can be. Normal has a bunch of made up rules. It's not ok to be unique, to be special, or to win; but it is ok to lose, not okay to make up a new name for society or to be a creator, not acceptable to fart or burp, it's not okay to be anything too good or nothing of anything too bad.
Sweet, that puts normal in the middle of the road, where some normal asshole will run it over while texting on Facebook; as he flips the bird and lays on that horn. Who knows, maybe even throw an old McDonald's cup out of the window that was half full two weeks ago, that you grabbed for one dollar on your way out of Wal-Mart, and you have been putting cigarette butts out in, plus a few measly triple A batteries from your head lamp that you stole from Lowe's, and a condom that you were too drunk to get it on, so you just said fuck it; okay now you got the clap!
Hooray!! Normal got karma-lized! Wait a minute! It was a joke and that was great fun but isn't Normal a person? I'm going to see if everything's alright. Nobody cares anyway, so I probably should! Fuck it! I'm going to do the right thing and let Normal know that it's okay to be different. Maybe if we become friends, then we could be a more normal kind of normal; and not so perfect? “Hey Normal, is everything okay?”
“What? Did you just say that it's okay to be normal!?”
“It's just being what you are. That's okay. Normal isn't the same for everyone, it's unique and different.”
“It's normal to be different? That's not normal!”
“Precisely, not normal is what we really are; therefore rendering us all normal.”
Hidden underneath the vapor barrier mastic and just passed the memory foam that evaporates; you find the answer to the entirety. It's just hidden inside of you and protected with normal vapor barrier mastic and forgotten; thanks to the memory foam that evaporates.
I just got lucky and casually wrote a crap load of poetry, and after a while, shit just started making sense!
I have no special master plan. This stuff literally just happens. It's just like magic. I am not the most intelligent person in the world and I'm not even that smart. I'm just different enough to think normal, with a little extra question in my reason. I feel normal... This is…, how I have always felt. I just talk about it now.
It's no longer a secret! Oh yeah...? I left out the answer. You have the directions, the answer just is. Is it just is? It really just is? Yes! Just what is it? It is Ambivaliss: the Mint-Mental Society.
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