Category: the Gloop

ancient secrets of the universe, devious meanings,masked and camouflaged in metaphor, yet hidden in plain sight. the true nature of realitywithheld from those too weak to accept it the devastating locus of responsibilityshrouding all who cloak their own eyesfrom true power science and spirit in total unionin a world outside of time a symbol, a…

dear G-d(ess)thank you for my problems strike me with stones, till I’m sharp as your bladesrefine my mind, till I look in your eyes show me no pitytill I learn compassionshow me no mercytill I learn right action show me no ease, for the wrath I’ve wroughtuntil your are pleasedby my righteous thought

do somethingmake something happenchange thingsenhance the circumstancecreate happenstancewith relevant symbolsthan coincidence wordsimagesimagined from Sonic transferenceI tell youinform youreform youexplore you words I take your timeyour mindyour mine wordswantwafflewaiverworthwhileworthlessWormholewordlessscience fictiondictionfactionsretractionsContraptionscontraindicationcontradictionsremunerationruined vacationshypnotic Elationsbroadcast stationsbrick-and-mortarI still love youdespite the pointlessnessof all this such lack of purposein all positionsI make no decisionsstonemasons mastercraftersof devilish disaster words we begin againsend…

transfer memoriesinto an immutable truth unaware of the possibilitiesoverlooked interpretations rigidin a world so loose can be really frustratingso what’s the use? I stare off into the distanceand all I can see is the hazy impressionof one big maybe

cuz we live in lingering fearcuz one day we disappearand we don’t know why we’re here we don’t know why, we’re even aliveor why one day we die. it’s all one big surprise it’s so bizarre tho, how we are born and growbut then we just get old and slowly decompose we’re perched upon this…

freedom found fascinatingtill the featuresof structured folly burrow past your furrowand find a new homein the old mind faulty imagesfind lifein fear This means warSelf vs Self. . . to the death. . . of death

all i want is a mansionsized heartof compassion

curate your mindthe art of your lifethen follow the signsthey shine like a light maybe go madmaybe go crazyand lay down to bedin a field full of daisies maybe go nutsout of your gourdand scream out “thank you”loud as a roar maybe go apeshitand cause a ruckuswhat’S your hearts saying?shut up and trust it maybe…

it is not untilwe have gratitudefor our paincan we learnto let it go because anger toward the painis the pain

love your sadnesslove your dark quiet despairlove your hurting heartlove your dull boring chronic achelove your lonelinesslove your persistent painlove your endless agonylove your slow sleepless nightslove your fast fleeting empty dayslove your false fairweather friendshipsand unrequited affectionslove your slipping, feeble, falling flesh love your quickly creeping inevitable death love it alland live your life