“They sift thru overgrown piles of debris, Hot Trash at a park & ride Nativity Scene -!Three Mise Guys- All 3 - Cleft Bass Notes tattooed on their upper Lips-
Borderline, if not well disguised megalomania fueled by a shared penchant for sociopathic displays of pure/unadultered malice towards all life - They were brought up this way. A means to an end - horizontal frequencies attenuate to unspoken degrees displaying the verticality of multiplicity in simplistic anthropological discretion.
Genius is, well - known to visit troubled minds or vice versa ?? Genius is a troubled mind. Set theories, placed congruent one another: not at all in arbitrary measures - scared skeletal ..
Eventually I asked myself-
What Story is worth the effort of telling it?
Furthermore, a.) Writing It b.) Distributing It and c.) once printed :: Signing it across the globe ad infinitum ad nauseum :: ?! all of this as It (the story) is wondered at until a very tangible muerte miniscule fatal futilism infiltrates the collective mind- perpetually now fixated upon that which never ought to be known, or perhaps shall ever be ascertained by the senses, having a shared disposition which ought be genetically calibrated for the rigid nature of ordered chaos - and thus rendering it capital P Psychotic…… ??
1.) A personal theory regarding “Earth” - a collective historical narrative un-washed and un-cloven - clearly apparent is its nature, at once- both (simultaneously) creation and destruction embodied and thus attributed to faded idols which can no longer give any meaningful insight into their forgotten complexity, which be- born of a perplexing and paradoxical nature; one that is inherent within the allocated design of shifty dualisms- anthropomorphism of the stoned ape gang.”
- excerpt from, “The Merkstave Of Deirdre”
pg. 77.29 <••> ||••||
by Haji Hatori Cuthalion
