The truth lies…

subconscious ramblings post demolition

Zips and pops in outer space… Can you hear them? No. You’ve been programmed here on earth where they’re flushing out toilets,taking away your free thought and bathroom privileges. Where homeless couples argue about feeding the stray to fatten it up to eat. “Oil” rubbed on the skin of the innocent to melt the sanity out their skulls. I was in that movie long ago, but couldn’t remember the outcome. I tried to tell it, but my body betrayed me as I went blind in mid piss and lost my bodily control.

I found myself wandering in he neutral ground as reality smacked me.
“How long have I been like this?”
I faced my reflection but couldn’t tell if “this” was truly real.

You believe in the stock prices and the pseudo up and down and fluctuation of the yen but, what’s really happening? Your souls are being hollowed out so your vessels can serve THEIR purpose. God has been sucked from the minds of the beholder and replaced with a false sense of freedom and financial crisp.

In the movie it happened differently. iPods at every dirty toilet, the need to pee replaced with soiled numb pants. Brains on pause. Someone had filled all my notebooks in my handwriting and thrown away all my pens. I tried to affix my thoughts to digital media, but the power abstracted my words into homogenized jargon of the new age. My words had been stripped from their page and replaced with repetitive repugnant filth I would never believe, but my mind had been warped.

I could barely peek out a crack in existence and find the true me, faint and far off but still felt. My urge to “share” and “like” became my urge to find myself and wake wake up these thoughtless drones known as “society” via the atrocities being implanted in the minds of the youth. We don’t need no water fuck the roof.

I couldn’t put my penis away, as again, my motor functions ceased. Tyra Banks entered the room to talk it over. Someone hid my distant member and she began to talk. The media outlet made a motion to forget the trouble and embrace calm, forget rationale, and act on impulse alone. I felt as if she was trying to initiate a alien threesome I just wouldn’t invite.

I awoke confused with a sense of violation fresh as the morning air, polluted by toxins dripping from the sky. A chemtrail cloud hung out to dry. Sandwiched between a pitbull and a beautiful woman, I awoke moaning with incontinence. I checked to find myself dry, perplexed by another illusion of the day.

Dreams of terror in the streets fade with the false comforts I’m afraid have been planted as “fact” to confuse me into submission by the puppeteers in the cosmos.

The YMCMB made you believe in anagrams and opulence.
Substance in abundance without a cost.
Personal worth measured in “swag” and cool being “boss”.

But you ain’t the boss of me.
What’s it cost to be free?

We’ve turned the whip upon ourselves, streaming in the words of the Ma-ssa via NASA
to your earbuds and faberge ghetto blaster…with iPhone port.

The truth lies on 1/4" tape. Magnetized sounds stripped by electromagnetic warfare that sucks the meaning out of the grooves of vinyl truth. Digital media is the new God. Dubstep is the new music and you, fornicating fucks, are too at bliss induced by tiny pills wrapped in facades of fallacy to see. We are being torn from humanity at every turn, every text, every action seperating humanity and reality. Everything is virtual including our sanity. I never realized until now what that walking in one place on a treadmill leading nowhere alluded to.

It all has been told, yet encoded as to not be scrutinized and omitted by the power of media. We must speak in code to be heard, but the message falls upon deaf ears, ringing from the overtones and frequencies scrambled. Our antennas are broken and reception fuzzy. We all seek “followers” believing we are the leaders. The mundane has become late breaking news and anything over a sentence is mumbo jumbo.

Summation reigns supreme as we’re living in a dream. The apostles hold picket signs in disbelief. One holy voice shouts into the loudness, but is quickly muffled by stupidity. The population is being controlled to be chaotic, to wither from within like a flower cut from the root.

We amass to watch the blast then run weary from the fallout.
Just a message from a silent voice with innate urge to call out.

Peace be with you all. Peace