Clouds of Alcova

Rushing skies,
Racing mind,
Turbulent atoms,
Turmoil within,
Dropping pressures,
Dropping bombs,

Believing why,
Becoming dumb,
Scathing hatred,
Smooth conclusion,
Cacophonous is,
Cacophonous does,
but we are within the visual realm.
We have not been censored, we have been erased.

Why

As if I care.
As if you live.
As if we exist within:
A place of true freedom,
devoid us.
Us:
so disgusting
so full of anguish over our short-comings, our reality.
Able to fully understand our composition, yet unable to reconcile our constitution.
We:
Kill
Rape
Waste
Fail to enjoy what we have created; more problems than solutions.
The answer is:
The end.
Resignation.
Utter failure.
Utters:
Cows, Methane, Warming, all that jazz.
Who fucked Al Gore?
Who has fucked you?
Why are we fucked?
Because of YOU and me and us and we.

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Threshold

White quartz sand, devoid of life,
yet providing it's minimalist beauty.
Pressure drops rapidly, there is a deafening silence, everything is perfect.
The deep hues of grays and blues provide an abrupt tranquility.
---the serene implodes, relentlessly releasing the sublime,
cerulean blue dances erratically across deep shades of gray,
as the whole shebang begins churning--boiling mad,
It is cold.
You are not a crab.
I am not hungry.
Something quintessential has occurred.
We are metagrobolized.

BioTerraAtmosphera

Such a darkness, engulfing and overflowing beyond all that exists; if Yves Klein painted in black,
still too cold, still too wet, still by nature,
rounded being with explosive desires, maintaining the calm of a psychopath before the killing begins.
After several days, months, inward thoughts, inward interrogations, selfish disappointment,
painful twisting, writhing busting at the seems, freedom feels close as pain seems eternal.
Suddenly, a feeling of warmth, a feeling of ecstasy so liberating, but skies darken, frozen rocks rip through flesh.
The damage is done.
You are no one.

The Times have us---:::---Paralysis has Taken Hold---:::

---of our throats, our fists, our eyes ears and mouths. We are calm, we like to celebrate our misperceptions---:::---confused as to our true place and time by the onslaught of the sexy disco beats---:::---Congress men named wiener send pictures of there wieners, Great White Sharks are being calmed into extinction by AC\DC and the warming of the seas---:::---Delusional unfounded happiness has extinguished true creativity; A tormented 4 old's agent has deemed her a true abstract expressionist with a little bit of an even earlier movement thrown in (Surrealism). If painting wasn't already dead, it has now by all means been shot in the head---:::---But no worries that is why we have Ke$ha ahahahahahhhhHahahahhahaha....DANCE.


---:::---I LIKE YOUR BEARD