Random Acts of F*****Y

Modifying defiant submachine guns that’s  insubordinate.   My coordinates is ordinate especially when you exchange questions of idleness, without any change of course like switched majors or is it a lack of sufficient currency to pun on green.  Two individuals standing on course, but one Oreo.  One being considered the master the other just a mere eye floater.  Something that remains in sight but slowly passes away only to keep resurfacing like torn skin no lashings but more chains even white people got highly fashionable nooses.  Generations with nothing in common, but the change spared.  Not talking about what goes in the naked palm of your hand, the only thing we receive is more welfare and more tuxedos with no invites to parley about a decent salary.  Minimum is the norm and dreams are just the abstract for nerds who not disillusioned cause they sight is near sighted, while individual that follow Booker T only see the world far sighted.  Tedious to grief, way too impatience to succeed, strive hard enough to transcend erections yet so green, that I’m color blind to leafs.  So on departed I stay.

The Great Ape and his children......

Imagine a world not misconstrued by the ignorance of the slave offspring’s.  Now conceive a portrait of docile creatures submitting to an Ape.  Now, fathom the great ape inscribing a doctrine of religion compulsorily amongst “pagan”  continents.  The ape obliterates scared texts but offers his “pagan” children a “paradox deliverance”, offering peace but ravages their women and their land.  Offers them religious text and teaches them how to be great cultivators of the land, but leaves his children with a drought of the mind, and an absence of culture.  40 acres and mule portraits for the niggers and reserved seats all the way in the back for the red faces.  Do you see the same portrait that I spoke of at the beginning?  Now picture the slave offspring instructing the illuminated such dim half truth dogmatic Ape schematics of how one should submit to a lifestyle that is contradicting to its on term.  Life and style, sophistication can never come from lingering reenactments of slave antics.

Cyclops, two eyed mortal, the third eye, and specs

Life is just God’s experiment, and history is just his template.  In every generation their has always been people that have been enslaved, under siege, and oppressed .  Is this apart of the plan?; Could it be by man’s repetitive error due to fleshly desires of power? Is the constant oppression of various nations and individuals apart of Gods divine plan?  Does God’s omniscient being jeopardize free will?  Is this relationship that we all as religious persons have with the Almighty only sustainable  due to the fact that if we do not serve him than below are feet founder in the debris of hell?  Some would say the idea of an omnipotent omniscient being that offers not only Heaven in all it’s peaceful galore, would be seen (saying this with all respect to God, I just want to look at it from another prospective) as a tyrant in some instances if the being cast down the punishment of eternal damnation for not worshiping him.  As a Christian these thoughts have always ventured through my mind. In the worst ways God can be looked at as a tyrant, and in the best scenario He is the protector and savior of the mortals.  The same can be said about Lucifer, at worst, yes this being is foul and evil but, some could even make an argument that Lucifer himself is a tragic character.  In prospective, someone’s else’s evil will always be another’s good, and vice versa.  Always look at things from multiple prospectives.  One eye is to blind for lack of peripheral.

Canoe Thoughts On A Subconcious Stream

Imported unimportance impotence poignant pigmentation defecating mentation nonmalleable to oppresive media crucify my thoughts so they try to ravish my insides externally indanger of relapsing back like a broken spine that owl never sit straight up so what i can't get things to sit right so im zoning left like mike tomlinsons defence aint no white picket fences just thoughts of a nude jada pinkett, big willies slithering like the tounges of the ones driving in the fast lane so insane that one could ever be happy in a world that's about the dollar all seeing eye to blind chaste systems with hardly any class movement and a president who only cares about homosexuals and immigrants but when the topic of darker shade comes up he remains silent like individuals pleading the fifth/ element bruce willies bruce wayne on some american psyhco shit or should i say excrement to statisfy academia that never gave a damn about my race nascar was never on in my subdivision if it was they put us at the back then tell us stop whining yall really don't know the plight of a black educated kid/man who gets verbally chastised for being unemployed and then congratulated for having a piece a paper that now to this point don't hold the weight of my accalades i just wanna have the wasted materials of them yuppie kids damn the recession hit that bad that you praying for the scrap of the wealthy shits kinda funny like saying the term hindsight while your eyes are being fascinated by a plush corpulent bodacious ass so her assets is plenty if she hang on to her books harder than she hangs her to that fancy bag but anyway these are just canoe thoughts on a subconcious stream

Me and U

Her own Subconscious found the sight of her as Revolting.  
It was a repulsion that one could only comprehend if there face was labeled with freckles.
Revolting not in a ghastly manner but in the essence that I sometimes saw the girl as a blind angel that was unable to see her own light that fluttered like the arms of a butterfly in the bright sunlight.

Nauseating at times I became when I was in her presents, but as time grew I began to receive her blessings.  I also began to give her surplus.  This little affair began as just something practical and uneventful, sometimes even necessary.  From stagnant to transmute, all of a sudden the very letters I lectured her with started to marinate  and register with both of us.  She was no longer the ambiguous, procrastinating, head strong girl anymore.  She has become more indeed, she has become the rambling rambunctious, ambiguous little engine that lingers around leaving me in utter ah on some days and on other days a bit crazed.  To describe her is to say that something that is truly angelic is really cynical but Godly  and Satanic at the same time, she is a very complex little box.  Pandora or Rubik Cube, today she will probably be one or the other, but one day maybe she will show me a new “depth“, leading me past the coffins of my own mind and into her oasis of liberation.  Only me and her understand that lol.

Schizophrenic Heart

The Beautiful Specter, the illusion that parades in circles of hell. Heaven on earth as some would call it, bodacious, undomesticated temple, with a cultivated summit.  Making kings appear to be God like, and even making common men feel less imperative, I give you the beautiful women.  They say beauty fades away but time crosses into vertigo and elopes with frozen time every minute she passes by.  Passing by always appearing as angelic as ever, knowing she’s a devil,  but I don’t care at the moment.  This is a Double Illusion, the devil mimics the angel;  While the child mimics the devil.  When I glance at her I feel as though I am walking on ponds with pins inward , pondering how great the fall would be if I escaped into a ice hole.  Freezing to a red death would save the heart wouldn't it?, escaping the flesh only to be pricked by your touch, nova cane couldn't numb what the heart aches.  Ill will to see what is in front of you but to be unable to seize a predominant position on the affairs of her heart.  To have a tongue but to not speak, or to be mute and not be able to speak.  Crying out the silent voice of what the spirit has been searching for every since you left your mother.  To want what you are unable to have at the moment, the moment that the boy becomes jester, the bodacious “princess” of the metropolis,  the bureaucracy of her friends, all these components of the rambling sober minded love struck subconscious no one.  I give you the mind of a schizophrenic subconscious heart.

Political Angelic's

To understand Evil one must comprehend freewill, and the nature of how freewill was started.  If one begins to understand these processes then one opens up Pandora’s box.  It’s the politics of the “true” throne.  For the masses to have freewill and free governing then one has to fall.  We all live off the ignorance of the misguided one, Lucifer.  God isn't a tarnished figure but a figure that has to uphold his own law, and to do such things means that even he has to play a political role of the governing of humans.  God is all knowing, and say Satan’s fall was all apart of the plan than that itself is proof that Politics exist in Heaven.  The Fall of Satan’s bunch gave humanity its “freedom” so to speak but without the cost of angelic blood and years of torment.  One could still add that this was by their own doing and that the angels had a choose in the matter, and I would say you are correct but, If these misguided angels were not fated by this ill will of a situation, would not another have fallen?  Were the angels really misguided or misunderstood, those questions we will never find out, with evil both parties rather good or bad will call the other “Evil”, the only thing that is certain is that the two are sewed together forever.  Look at the political structures of today and tell me that there is not someone that must literally pay for the selected few to be wealthy.  Someone has to be the consumer, rich or poor in order for the small few to live as Kings.  Kings are Satan’s play things and humans are just pieces to God and Satan’s chess game.