Theory of Hybrids

A uniform distribution of grey and brown, the color tastes really good. Born to the treachery, you won't miss the original shade. We'll swim in the same pool, the red one. Does time cleanse or is it just another vector of decadence? The smell of burning flesh and hair, and then the numbness start; close your eyes and levitate, make up your mind- where do you feel like going? Like Rome, it will burn, along with Cedars and Thyme; the proverbial cleansing. And the hybrids rise with their nameless colors and shades of the nameless. Oh come! the eve of the Serpent, winged and feathered; fly with all your glory to the Sun at his weakest hour. The power of the Hammer and the reign of the Arrows; . The army ride towards the Sun, a new dawn, armed with horror for tomorrow. The colossal whore of the machine, does he ever please you? Do you cry or weep when you fuck? Or are you getting fucked!! Plastic flowers, reeking passages and dead fetuses; the twilight makes my eyes hallucinate.

Its quite inevitable, the fuck ups, when it is a choice between the wrong and the wrong, which makes me right, whatever the option is. Its been going on for a while, or maybe thats just the way things are. And you know what, it makes perfect sense, actions and decisions can never come to an agreement..And the rants, the never ending-irritating(yup, just like that itch which cannot be scratched kind)-soliloquy of the mother freaking monologue kings and drag-queens. Yeah, you are lucky bastard, thank your stars that you are still standing

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The floating pigs, the flying maggots and the lightnings
The wind break the oars! the salinity in the sores
The pagans of the Parthenon, the beast still feeds
Consume, consume my love; with you I am too, plastic.

Yes, the half-assed curse and light through the window
'Children! mock, make the faces and mock in the light
Let the light shine in shame, for you are the pretentious widow'.
The unborn thoughts and the thoughts of the unborn.

I saw the arches and the cracks, I felt the tremors
The knocks, the footsteps and the silence
Neo-surrealisms, the nazis, the numbness and the negatives
There is a lot of red and yellow and pale green on the canvas.

Information Trick-nology

Ever wonder why these things are so complicated, yet seem so simple. I mean literally beyond our perceptions, still blatantly simple and clear. The flow, or should I say over flow, of information has never been so confusing. Choices, it used simple, I wouldn't say that it was easy. It sometimes call for an induction of a whole bunch of crap into the system, sometimes un-bearable too. But that is how it is going to be, all she had to do was take the bloody forms from us and get it signed. No, you have to do it online, both of them. Yeah yeah, the miraculous click of that magical button, and viola!! there you have it.

Somethings will always remain a mystery, like that bloody apple, why didn't he eat the damn thing? Wouldn't it be amazing to live on a tree house? I guess it s a little late for that. Btw, spring is here, doesn't Spring gets bored of being Spring? Don't they get bored of each other? Maybe they should copulate and reproduce, something like Sprinter or Falmmer or something. Life has become so monotonous that I am in lookout for an opportunity for actually hear my heart beat, I haven't heard that in a while. I came across Keats's piece the other day, 'When I have fears that I may cease to be', I guess it has already happened.