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Mighty miracle man living


To be profoundly moved, yet remain unswayed.

The topsy-turvy of living.
Long days, hard work. Endless challenges, where would life even begin, where would living life begin, if not in the very middle of reality?

This is realty...tincture of life!

Rules, Rules, Rules.
The mentality, no the mentalization, no the economization and socialization.
The evolution, creativity of the trade of slavery.

Ridiculous, racist, opinionated crack judgments, prejudices,
Civil disobediences, rebellions, surrenders, irritation, and the like of all humans in our lostness...

Defended, angry conniving, resilient, stupid, lazzy, strivings at surviving
Kickings, screamings, creaming the next fellow, dying....

Gore slime muck filth.  Floods of feelings.
Dashing cowardice, addictive compulsions,
Demeaning-moralistic triumphs.
Nothing.  nothing.  Nothing is stable.

Illusions of wonder
Bowing
Cowering

Licking the butt-holes of passing strangers...demons...dogs...and all.

Groveling worship of gods corporations demigods presidents.
Relishing attention, puking on praise, breaking our backs, and for what?  Want of....

Beggars.

Beggars at top
     Beggars at bottom

Thrilled with the slightest handout.  Nothing is free.

Dignity lost.
   soul sold.

Nothing left of that bright dancing child.  Gone.  Now...
Poor
Stupid
Bent
Slogging and creeping.

Eternity shines in perpetuity.  Endless days of failure.  Ripe with regrets. Senselessness.

"Unmovable mountains.  Crush us", we cry.
"Let's stand straight-away in death's pathway."

Content to for-see an endless sequence of eternal dyings.
"Let's repeat our deaths a million times over before dying"

I owe, I owe, so it's off to work I go!
I've bagged begging!
Self-torture so pleasant, the next orgasmic explosion is building and soon I'll round that next bend.
Frightfully spent, dying, dying, dying, until rolled into the grave.

Thuding roar of silence.

Who knew that irony of travail?  All?

No.  ALL

Break the rules!  Scream our plight!
Pray sooth our fears of living.

Mix joy with regret,
Pray sooth our fright.

Precipice jumping our new delight.
Forever jumping, never falling. Never dying.

Toxic faith killing us.
Greater evils strangling lesser evils.

Addicted to praying.  Always preying.
Never changing.  Always spraying.

This time.  This time the Almighty will hear.

Really?  Really?  Really?

Never in a million years stopping to actually listen for a response.
But any other human relationship would have expired an eternity ago.

Praying persists still, possibly for forever, and to myriads and changing gods...
Each the only god. Repeating, Repeating, endlessly.

Repeating the same sorrow of heart.

Precipice jumping now sport---let's keep at our fruitless pursuits....
Waste some more.
Yes, do build more expensive, exquisite temples....
crumbling/standing monuments to our stupid pursuits, our senseless behaviors.

The widow still weeps.

The orphan is still a hungered.

The despair over-whelms the raped.

We yet prey in our sparkling cathedrals.

Another military cemetery hallowed.
Hallowed by senseless spilling of blood.
Precipice-jumping now all consuming.

We laugh, we celebrate another name expunged
Shout!  "Expunge more names from the book of the dying."

This is living we call it.
Survival of the fittest.
What a fit!

Amorphism for precipice jumping...free-fall death sport.

Falling, Falling, Falling

Never fading.  Senses dead. Nothing entertains.

Living must be some lost paradisaical striving but never attaining.
Morbidly besought--death lingers long.
Perhaps never comes.

Abyss of nothingness.
Mighty miracle man living.







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