January 3rd, 2005

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Ramblings of a midnight man

Pistol packed profundity ready and able to explode the cerebral extension,
multifarious spontaneous dangerous verbal kinetics,
rhythmic alpha-male raw
differentiated-like genetics,
all I have to give is my confusion,
all I have to receive is your agitation,
peak into the wild naked wilderness-like labyrinth of my mind,
only to find the eternal enigma immense and absolute thriving in its own complexity,
replenishing its own energies by creating its own remedies,
my psychotherapist says I lack discipline,
innate in my essence is the inertia of this species evanescent existence,
if only this life was amaranthine
that beautifully deep reddish purple purplish red resemblance,
our generation is plagued by that lingering feeling of loss,
we are lost simply because art is dead,
the flower of life has grown decadent and decrepit,
who can save us now that art is dead?
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Minds madness manifested

Man's self-imposed mind-forg'd manacle manifested reducing his own
minds machinery to hysterical rants of Beatnik blacksploitation
buffoonery,
through Kerouac's whacked out catholic interpretation of art,
we learned to destroy this entire notion of oneself to surpass the continuum
of this all-consuming perennial monotony,
house all your abstractions to set forth the coherence of this
perpetual mystery and magic,
I command this creature to alienate himself from every facet of this dream,
learn to break threw the seams that hold together the mask of your persona,
all along never knowing that life is a journey and thus irretrievable,
falsified by the utmost uncertainty of subsisting in the cracks of
time immemorial,
darkened by the ambiguity and lack of clarity,
the comfort will never be comfortable for the nonconformist neophyte
yet he must still examine the unexamined to bring forth a lamp where
there is no light,
to rupture the spell of the mindless excess of our nations animalistic
existence,
to free ourselves from the intensity of the day to day
we must repress the tyranny of the moment,
this was a journey.
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