Friday, July 4, 2008

Nightime is the Shadow of the Sun

March 2, 2006

Shut off and Fuck up

The incessant droning of really bad music is similar to a Qtip that cannot be taken from ones ear. I often wonder why great god almighty himself sits inactive in frequent musings while enemies frequent the digital world of oppositional behaviour unmolested by the nonbetrayal of a gene code layered into the fabric of space and time. Bitter moons rising on ocean grey splash wells clash in conflict with an agenda designed to frustrate and discourage those who would seek release from the grip of despair with one more chip in the heart of a man. The apathy of a generation born without faith and courage taken prisoner by the secret society of narrow minded people who sit in contemplation of a false truth that does not acknowledge the missing layer of brave intelligent people no longer fighting for freedom.

The list goes on and on.

Repetition and contrite rebuttals of nonmaterial designed to reflect nothing more than tangle contingent on animosity and emotive domination by a group of hostage takers so prolific it defies description, most is left unsaid to avoid the unpleasant task of confronting the corpse of a dead hand. Who can stand in the face of an intelligence designed to dumb down the targets of a generation of sub intelligent people. When wicked plot destruction and the sublime submit to serve the wicked only the absence of god’s truth leaves one unharmed by the strategy of relentless disquality.

Blak blak blak.

What a useless endurance.

The opinions of delusional, nonintelligent, unwary, easily deceived, know-it-alls down corridors of subconscious awareness fail to evolve into a semblance of reasonable truth. To sit and shit for eternity could not undue the damage done to reasonable people sick and tired of bullshit. One wonders when the intelligent people will outdue the incompetency of a generation of self serving manipulationists who aim at the perfection of exclusion while honest people bath in the afterglow of a red hot cherry sunrise stuck on lips of perdition. The righteous few who tremble under the weight of undue influence hesitate to neglect the teachings of time while others confronted with the reality of a perpetual conflict seek out comfort and vain glory designed to earn them a brief respite from this snow storm of malice called mankind. The future of generations rests in the balance while most remain blissfully unaware of the approaching gloom that never fails to appear when evil is left unconfronted. One wonders at the failings of logic and reason in the face of easily defeated foes who gather in perpetual darkness. The inactivity and apathy of a besieged daytime confounds the reasonable quest to guide the misguided toward freedom and democracy while enemies entertain themselves with tyranny and oppression. The breakdown of humanity that ends in social paralysis confounds the ambitions of oppositional people fingered for speaking truth and knowing justice. Only the righteous few fall by the wayside when faced with an avalanche of complicity designed to achieve conformity for the sexual pleasure of breeding manimals. That such a situation grows untended under the watchful eyes of dirty garden spades speaks of betrayal and a sense of injustice toward the injury of blameless and rootless people left buried unchecked by the crow’s beak.

Night Time is the Shadow of the Sun June 3 2006

The revolution continues unabated while the ignorant masses sit confident in their superior numbers and the lesser well-knowns are betrayed by their leadership and a lack of intellectual control. The design of the Almighty is a reliable and constant reminder of the failings of mankind trapped by poverty and misery within a framework of passivity. The root dilemma is the wicked plans of deceptive people who hide the truth from the decent and deceived. The lack of power and the weakness of intellectual deficiencies astounds the stupid who mumble incoherent relevancies delivered from the son of man, a vision, a ghost, who awaits the banality of insensitivity to perish and rot the flesh and soul of man. The worthless harbringers who salvage truth hang on to safety and the invisible coattails of a divine presence always willing to work with the children of the storm and the insensitivity of forgotten mankind. The ineptitude of millions sits on the minds of the dedicated hopeless chosen by glory and forgotten by you. To sit and wonder for eternity could not undue the damage done by ignorance and fear in a generation born by destiny and carried by force to the brink of disaster. The will power of the monster auto pilots our destiny while the Lord looks on a stinking rot of corpses created by his fathers glory half sunk into the minds of those half capable of achieving enlightenment.

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