JOURNAL: original_sessions

  • "Without reason and Without Why" (First Copy) 2004-04-27 13:30:47 for sometime i had been in a somewhat psychedelic transition, bordering on the floor connected to the hard-wired modem and baud of electrical impulse.
    it was here that i had found myself trapped, peering through the looking glass of confinement, a simultaneous reality of virtual configuration.
    and at the time, as though not truly realizing my surroundings i turned from the phone lines to the open fields where nature had come to me unbidden:
    unnoticed the world turns to a brazen hue that radiates along the erupting volcanic horizon, where dark shadows press and cling beside the skeletal wisp of a tree along the wide, infinite range.
    it wouldn’t be long for an officer to approach and cast me from the serene view as though i was in some stoned stupor, dazed and confused through a haze of bong smoke in the miasma of disillusionment.
    crashing down upon me was an uproarious hand of the “order preserving” caste of ignominious men.
    “why mister officer?”
    “why must i leave the park?”
    “i won’t cause any trouble.”
    “i’ll be good.”
    “honest mister policeman, i’ll be good.”
    but the pubescent twenty-two year old, upholder of citizenship and law had felt that an innate thing of such beauty and wonder had not been meant for my adolescent eyes.
    i strode throughout the crack houses and the beggars streets under the hovering city lights of new welcomings as night began to fall, wondering about human state of affairs.
    rambling through what appeared to be eternity itself my senses gave way, disheartened by mental exhaustion and pain stricken hunger.
    i had watched friends in a sorry state of hunger before me, spoon fed by society like untimely babes.
    the power and superiority of food, waved and held above their noses like one would with a biscuit to train a dog, a humble, small stature, primordial being.
    i would sit and loath at a subordinate society of hypocrites living in some terror formed world alien to me.
    watching them play dress up; fumbling in the closet; fjucking; drinking and getting stoned, then wander to parties in their astound neo look of third world origin, pre ripped and hole ridden.
    coveting; stealing; envying; holding to pride and greed with the buying and welcoming of cloth and silk, leather, lace and jean.
    outdated; subordinated; non-stimulated to the very definition of the creative self.
    do they realize men are killed out of rivalry; religious fanatics warp the adolescent mind; there is the stillness of individuality.
    the world is listless; dead; without enchanting presence; without reason and without why. 
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