Decadence On A Downward Demise

The diatribes of anger hold a certain uselessness when the patina of continuity into the progressive forward is not addressed. Fighting for the maintenance of your comfortable enslavement. Or even fighting against maintaining comfort. There is a lack of vision amongst visionaries. Reality as it is in its current perceived form is not truth. It doesn’t even have to adhere to the rules and law of nature. A good pathologist will tell you modernity is one micron deep. Dive off that microscopic cliff into the disease ridden past that is still here. Currently dormant in the dictatorship of antibiotic and alcohol based hand sanitizer. So it begs the question. How can you imagine an alternate world created on the anvil of political upheaval when you cannot imagine an alternate world created on the catastrophic flaws of civilization? At the pace the revolution is coming at, there will be collapse first. All this padded comfort, aesthetic distraction, dramatic bullshit is only one micron deep.

At The Cusp of Dismissive Demise

With the pride and poise of a young girl winning a spelling bee this was all built. Sometimes when I am drunk, pacing the halls of the my past labors I revel in how glamorous it all looks now. Now glamorous even in its unfinished state. Sweat, blood and labor. Wish I could build a life on that. Instead of lying, misdirecting and very much soul-selling. Oh the hilarity of paradox. But when I look back at the roster. I don’t feel too bad. Players come and players go. So this is the ground for now. Grounded more so then before. There are hinterlands and distant lands yet to come. Soon enough my wild loves. Living unfettered as I stay caged. Cannot wait for the day. I have said it before and I will say it again. The only way to treat the present situation is like a bank robbery. Get in. Take what you need. Get out. Don’t get caught.