Steer Clear

I'm not going to try to get you on my wavelength. How about that? If it happens, its not by intention, but rather the result of the logic of the pros. But seriously-- steer clear. Of course, the objective of this passage is to influence you to mindfully disregard everything you read, and so it is counterproductive to try to retain anything from this. I'm just trying to tell you not to agree with me on the basis that this might make some sort of sense to you. Every word that is written is a device in a greater scheme of manipulation. These words themselves are, and are alluding to concepts. These concepts have been strung to together in a pattern that gestures with hopes to convey yet another concept. Yet even though this latter concept of which I speak, is seemingly formed by combining other concepts, it is not to be considered a greater concept or anything that suggests value or size. It simply is another concept. It could be a greater concept, but only on the basis of the value or size of the concept itself and not on the basis that it is made of a multitude of smaller concepts. On the other hand, this way of defining such is merely a concept itself, so it could be said that yes indeed if a concept is made of smaller concepts then this concept could be conceived as a greater concept. As you examine this suggestion, you are guided down a carefully designed path and are now entirely open to suggestion in the form of rhetorical hypnosis. You can see now, as you follow these words, that it is a possibility that this piece of writing is an extremely effective advertisement for a very successful company that has been using this technique for quite some time. It is possible that even if you consciously disregard every word of this suggestion, a string of commands have been planted deep within the subconscious and are already working their way even deeper as we continue.

Zero

No heaven shall refund,
no judgment shall be made; no reward or punishment decreed
no way out, no way in
no call to be answered
only the echos of mad men, the songs of sirens
across barren seas, desert wastelands
through the hot jungle mist, the tiger cries
the horns of cars through city streets sound
desperation crashes against the shores of Xanadu, and resolves into the still calm
of wet sheets
While the river is not the snow of mountains or the sea.

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A little death

The icy tongues of the infected ones
lick your wounds and load your guns.
I'll meet you where the river runs
with the blood, with the last of breath
of the twins, both life and death.
We'll wash away their madness.
You've been hypnotized by clever lies disguised as culture
that gives you time, and gives it away.
But I've got something that will make you real.
You be my devil and I'll be your deal.
I know the way you want to feel; hypnotized
And let me slip into your secret place you hide.
That's where I'll stay.
(A little death)
By the banks in the afternoon,
(A little death)
in the alley, straight to the moon,
the attraction that is coming soon
(A little death)
to the theater of the ritual bliss,
(A little death)
will unfold from the lips you kiss.
You won't remember ever feeling this hypnotized.
The gentle cries that silence screaming
will be yours if you act today.

Fall

Girl, you're leaving
behind all the friends you've seeded.
All your plants
are reaching out to you.
The colors of despair
paint their leaves; they're dying
while you're trying to care for them, crying
"I'm in love with you, and I
would do anything at all."

When you don't see it

Here it comes.
Here comes your rainy day.
Everything you've saved for has gone away,
and left you on your own.

The darkened skies and cloudy eyes are on their way.
This time they're really here to stay.
This time they've found their way home.

But don't forget that the sun is shining on you everyday.
Even when you don't see it, its shining brightly anyway.

Closing In

The shit is oozing right through the walls of my cell. Depravity of the basest essence has taken form, and it seems as though I might drown in this embrace if I should surrender. Oh well. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. But then I realize that the walls of my cell are actually made from this shit. And so is the ceiling. And so is the floor. And so am I.