posted on Jun, 12 2008 @ 08:54 PM
Execution of style so sick i sip infinity as tridimensional form leaking facets of the frame assemble sworn in on every ancient book of wisdom,
folding inwards as philosopher kings minds are sterilized by the 9 divines, dividing unevenly,
irrational landscapes come forth are set, to the step of gilgamesh as waves harness flesh, bone, mind, eye, try to find fractal fine print beneath
the dotted line which i signed before my day of birth, legally binding me to 120 years upon the earth.
planet to atoms and back, disassamble reality tune and fix the flat, current picture of humanity the frame is phat but the canvas is black, like
inside out smoke stacks, mal intent, mars the glass,
mirror aint a mirror if its dark as ash, confused? just ask. truth of facts, the difference is vast, you should learn from past, ancient symbols and
math, first step on the path, next comes, micro magnetic mental manipulation formulation of thought, idea alchemy. phase three, eyes that see, he that
hath knowledge will derive the meaning,
ending with number 4, your minds the key now find the door, love is a locksmith, near the end youre left with,1 million times your current sensory
awareness. perception of the writhing relfection, the ageless worm thats of no concern to the majority mind,
cognitive grime paralyzes the shine, the light of we, not man but he, to simplify ill leave behind a hermetically encapsulated klein bottle of
electric wine, nectar of the innermost holographic vine.
sown seed, soon grows, no needs, all pros, no cons, wander on... to the top of the mountain where time and space bend. Your journeys pre-destined..
The infninite texture of finite awarness, the sirens always blare whenever people start declaring, the natural given right to a natural living life,
blinded sight from hypocracy flights, calcified from the start, they cant see art,
neutron star hearts, too dense, with surfaces that will not part leading to self demotification, confused command station endangering the whole
hyper mental judo redirects all that you throw, suppresses all that you know, puts an end to your show, like your lost in the snow, storms, blizzards,
tidal waves, monsoons, earth fissures,
ive presented all the data now go figure, numbered filaments possibly refractive figments of my electronic imaging center, as apathetic money masters
prepare for nuclear winter. their strange table is set for the false dinner, as all star sinners flock around supposed holy ground.
With a fist I pound upon the pavement, comfortable enslavement, caught in the snare of payment, you pay rent as your moneys spent on blood, spent on
dubs, spent on fine wine by secret clubs.
We make what you need, so you need what we make, even if its all fake, you still want some cake.