The evil in ordered societies.

The proto-stars of souls yet to manifest on this plane, shield the stunning polarities radiating from this reality its very care givers, who inhabit a sacred world of subtly, give. The beleaguered ensigns shipped to birth, unapologetically precess us to ruin, for the gravity of the issues humans rotate about, slowly increase, and incrementally tug us in. I wasted an entire day attempting to change a tiny corner of my existence, and moreover, wondered how many such wonton bowls existed, waiting to be drained, or filled. Hundreds of people stored these outside of themselves, all around me, every day, awaiting my bump, for dusting, or disruption. I saw the bait and the lure the strike secures, in an unconscious instinct hunger pales by, to secure what can easily be overturned.

In the manner of the crackly spark gap of early communication devices, and horror movies’ Jacob’s ladders, she had saggy tits, and squishy haunches spurting out of hip hugger pants. Her wire-reinforced cups fringed in black lace poked from a Danish milkmaid top, clinging oh-so loosely to the fine skin twenty-somethings often possess into their thirties, highlighting nearly off-shoulder straps screaming her perfect collarbone to dead gods, and jealous women alike. Her tall Norman Continence and flaming red hair dominated the romantic elements of the room, for a fine meal becomes the companion of a lifetime, when shared evenly with wit and mirth. Fainting attracts attention, but you’re auditioning unconscious behavior, so the tree fell, but did you hear it? The oppositions’ attach to each other, and forge our viability, or charm upon the world.

She had a scowl etched into the lines of her face, and I felt sorry for her ... managed by my troubling thought : If any niche is an edifice to use, would base survival seek mates via opposition’s miens? Is ‘beauty’ with a ‘frown’ the ultimate attractant to all those hell-bent on fixing people, or things? If only, to liberate the smile which I sense exists underneath! I’d lavish whatever it took, to radiate that (her) beauty upon the world. She had a bewitching quality to her; a challenge. Can you break my inner sorrow? Will you be the knight, or priestess, who wrenches the way from the dare, I pose to the world? An unhappiness which mysteriously persists, with windows to clearer places, to carry us along ... ten dollars she’s ... no, I take it back. The destructive demeanor of humans, is also a demiurge.


Studies show many children threatened by strangers, run towards their parents, in cases where they feel fulfilled or nurtured, and ran to the imaginary corner, for tracing the inherent required a dedicated resonance with the unknown, but the syllabus of the evening piled upon itself, starting with a loose plan to attend a lecture by a famous Danish accidental tourist, who found the narcotic of walking in metropolitan areas, and proceeded into an unplanned barrage of connections with inference, as it relates to ... as the divine stalked us every step of the way, asking us to pay attention to its innumerable signs conveying her frustration and hope, she mouthed the words of, as he spoke. I thought, this woman is a gem, or I should say, a work of art, while he related to us as kin, sharing strong allegories straight from the heart.

The naked greed of the developers, schooled in the institution of take care of yourself, and fuck everybody else, was sufficient to me to warrant a change of address. All the concerned citizens, in an era of portability, leave the toxic waste zones the narcissists create, extracting everything they can from situations designed to serve others, leaving nothing but a hungry rat pack, chewing one other’s tails. They too then migrate, to the migratory routes the selfless populate, to bed the innocents into their subterfuge, and bleed the wary of sight. Idiocies of public space, and planted greenery are for architects’ plans, a lying fodder to secure the job they’ll cut the accouterments from, as they never walk or sit on benches, do they? It’s occupancy which drives them, into the suburbs, for the newest version of their idea of success, in a thousand more square feet, and another garage, as if too much, isn’t enough. The idea is not to serve the people, it is to extravagantly serve themselves, breaking every rule they can, as it’s a game to do so, to increase their share of the grossly incurred plan they’ve perpetrated upon the land. People, the happiness of the social offer they represent, is the least of their concern. They think, will this look good ... for me?! How will it raise my standing? How much graft will I get away with? And you think I’m overstating the case? Our government harbors these souls, as compatriots. They have been raised without quality, compassion, or taste. They are out for themselves, and are filled with short-sighted moral agendas, which crush the institution they’ve allowed themselves to get rich by. No wonder the knowledgeable flee, or give up completely. They know the American system itself, has degenerated into backstabbing The People it professed.


You people are basically evil spirits, I tell the delegation, inspecting the site to be razed. You’ve decided long ago the bulldozers will win, and sit here in conference to appease the rules’ thinking otherwise, as you’ve no platform or organization to stand on, but naked greed. They didn’t like the admission, for it caught them out of the blue. Three people applauded, and the armed guard dropped his tense hand to the gun, which I noticed was cocked. I raised my hand and spoke : Why is that thug here? You’ve paid him because you’re aggrandizing a series of lies into truths which won’t stick. The question you have is, when will it unravel? Will we be scott free by then, to befuddle the next well-meaning citizens of their precious space? The guard you’ve paid shows us you don’t trust us, and why? What have we done to you? It’s a mirror you see, of your own sacrilege to those you process into ground up, dehumanized waste.


The gurgle of heat lightning seared the purple clouded majesty we sang about, as bombs burst in civilian enclaves seeking the mythical terror cells, increasingly hard to discover, as each blast swears more in. Luckily, this is the logical fodder of inert recordings, which never reach us. I gaze at the developers, and see them in general stripes, surveying fields of recruits fresh for the graveyard. It makes them very important, to have such powers. Missiles roll down Red brick Squares, in demonic rallies of taken minds, freed from their personal insight, to follow themselves, instead of those who are empty, and need followers to survive. These people are shells, whose only consonance is extracting money, for themselves, from those who should know better.


The guard escorted me out, and not one person thought loudly enough, to speak about it. I suppose this insight bothered the part of me, which hadn’t bit the hand they tried ... to feed us with. Are you people that full of ... but what’s the point? They remove what doesn’t work with the plan they’ve decided is right. If they were higher up, they’ve thought at night, they’d have people like me killed, for halting the process which clearly, is right. They maximize their following, and profit, in a tight spiral upward into the political sphere, for this is a training ground for lying adroitly, and sheep’s clothing themselves in lily white frocks.