
A dark androgynous man within a pale human disguise walks through the
world-mirror of the mind, and un-earths a fossil treasure from a long
ancient temple and rebuilds inter-dimensional information detector on
top of the staircase-like bottomless pit, then proceeds to un-tune
the sky....
For THIS the need of freedom(at any cost) cracks over the balance.
Maybe the luck wont put up a fuss with chance after the smoking gun
falls at the cross-word-like crossroads of war and commerce.
Energy=Information=Blood/Mind/Soul=Magic=Information=Energy
Mortal Against Immortality wont stand a chance when the definition
cards have been shuffled by Neither-Neither players with NO-hands...
The purple moans about that girl as she masturbated to a picture of
modern day "Jesus", with the thought of Satan up her ass.
The snake venom that dripped from her virgin cunt rattled past every
Holy instinct.
But near by; In his dreams, a Priest remembers impaling himself in a
past-life , in the name of blood. It was written in between dashes
and sores crys and joy, war and songs, and slim constants. The
Classics, fine wine to the smell of gasoline and hum of machines.
Dancing on top of whatever, leap frogging the need for speed...
We hope that the utility changeover promises "whatever" minimum
apathy, and MAXIMUM POWER.
Listen: The storm on the roof, the fire, the whispering winds, the
ocean, the stream, the Static...
Cloudy trilogy vision
Thousand faced voices
Called "involvement" and "deterrent"
Almost completed arrangement
elaborate simplicity and appalling beauty
Automatic and voluntary
I NOT-I
A spy generator pales in comparison next to mumbles of thought
Visual-muzak tripps...
but the literate leadership dislikes the vocals, I wont shut my mouth
for less.
Like sand scrips, the union of freedom within the biased slave
A kiss smokes the hostile zone
The checked rage hesitates against the whole
Should the Alien blanket the tactical hand?
Ask yourself: Why cant the lustful imbalance pass an accurate metric?
Should the outcome hold a slight window?
~by Messenger/Grand No-Master, AzOtEp .*.