In the underbelly below levels of
“sophisticated pussy rendering music that the slow DNA processes humans live by
considering themselves sane and normal”, a down sound with fire to eat your
soul reverberates, pregnant about to be born genre of engulfing wavelengths,
there is constant howling from the recesses of your inner margins, drops of
beats dripping and drenching your existence, living their span of blessed
existence just to reach your ear drums and die a non-virgin death. They exist
perpetually always hidden behind realms but we choose not to tune in.
A bald entity, owl soul, body of
trance, tattooed, addict of himself resides in the vertical depths ahead of
duality with a Star of David inked on this throat but is he able to transmit
his depths of venomous wisdom in your cells is a matter to contemplate - the
power with which evil spreads outshines the speed of light. Purity otherwise seeps
slow but considerably etched as deep rooted. I have witnessed in the echelons
and long corridors of celebrated existence which holds limited power. Here they
exist in silos un braised by the perpetual question i.e the want of self-sustained
existential inquiry they exist for the fulfillment of the system which
surpasses its own mortal creator, suddenly living on a vaginal peninsular plane
of our nation specifically situated on the upper tip of the vertical slit a
feminine force presume considerable influence to destroy a life by ink and
mind. The waves are heavy and cascaded damage is humongous. Alas like the treacherous
Japanese race we have accepted our fate like their cursed land to rebuild what
is destroyed, here inflicted by torturing human egos instead of Mother Nature.
The red heart hidden inside is
drenched in blood perpetually within us it functions in harmony there is no pain
except for invisible emotions that it fails to manage perpetually. The cardio system
is intact if we don’t consider to destroy it but our actions annihilate It alas
we all are sadist suicide maniacs.
The universe in human form is blinking
itself on us. The sweep of stars is glorious and magnificent. Teleportation
explored will make us capable to explore dimensions alien but our familiarity considered
to be known by us is a mystery to decode in itself. Unknown souls affect us in
a certain way which is degenerating for us, they tell us what our capabilities are
and we stop our mind to think on their views alas a new way to amuse ourselves.
Wolves, fearless, strategic,
tactful, well packed show us our path to recon, something we have forgotten for
our selfishness has overpowered us which is on the pinnacle of youth. Such is
this brand a conspirator trap of mind that we think in a very limited fashion
and are where we stand today, happy in our rabbit holes in the darkest cozy
corners of our existence, if pulled up by our collars to face the bright light
of existence we will discover ourselves in an alien land like a mental asylum
prisoner suddenly free. We are phenomenally brilliant specie and have time and
again proved our worthiness, like wolves we need to forgoe trust deficit and
come along together to form a perfect faction of a one aim agenda no manifestos
but a one aim agenda.
The sound the sight the presence
and memories once novel become part of us, we stop seeking our truths and
pursue landscapes painted by unfamiliar hands. A seeker remains a seeker what
he seeks ahead is beyond our scope of writings. The brilliance of Zohar &
Tora, Tantra and Buddha remind us time and again to clean the mirror and reflect.
The key to exit the maze is us. The encounter awaited with brilliance is our
sailing towards it and it towards us inch by inch. The merger is destined for a
fusion of everything towards harmony.
