hmmmm primitives

 "Their Eyes Rang of Hollow Terror"

we live in a world of pots and pans, and everybody is desperately trying to get their own llid.

we sadly are unfortunately programmed to believe that our world is outside of our reach. Our dreams, well t of them are inevitable

our inncocence was a forgone conclusion, everybody's gotta pay their taxes, and being care-free is a hidden fee no one wants to pay.

u turn off your imagination for good the day you get a secure living in this country

the poltergeist of fear is ever silently looming, like a spectre, a long lost medallion of courage gets swallowed up whole in the perilous sea of self-pity and doubt, the pirahnnas of putrefaction gnawing down whole thoughts of prosperity, forming the resistance before the birthing of a known truth, the new world.

energies subtly bidding their time, waiting for their souls to be fed on by a higher order of things

maybe being a pig wasnt a bad thing after all, huh, Dorian?

interweaving and interpenetrating what it is like, the destruction of space

ruthlessly playing with our paradigms and logic as if it were a carelessly uncaressed dream, making no note of memory or form

the free association of images, shapes, plexus, bundles, fibers, neurons, ganglions, a mitochondria of misandric mutilizations of our morman mission to brutally rape all forms of wonder and mystery with our cold-hearted reason, l;ogic, and "order"

can u not let anything be man? do you have to have the pinnacle and known definition of every substance that you have ever meet?

do you have to belittlle the beauty of this world with your dismissive and objective knowing of the small fraction of the bigger picture called truth?

do you have to shut out all uncivility, all superstition, all pagan activity, all ritualism and magic as stupid, primitive, and beneath you, modern man?

do we have to put the covers and lids and circuits and bolts on everything?

can we not let anything be unresolved?

can we not be so concrete that we mastered liquid solids (plastids)?

modern man needs more irrationability, our heads are too coooped up.

we need to get back in touch with our ooonga-booonga lets all gather around to fuck and do mushrooms side of ourselves.

and anyone who calls themselves an artist should teach us what that at least looks like.