Somewhere.
On an as-yet semi-undeveloped beach, unnamed, construction proceeds apace. Enjoy it while it lasts, before the outflow of the urban-maddened drives another place under, in a blanket of speculation. The outflow pressures of being so close to Spratly Islands, North Korea, conduits of unchecked greed. The urge to wash dirty laundry in ways that disturb others' ways of being.
Making It Rain distracts on so many levels... a feeling of abundance, gratitude, and then the old enslavement––the necessity to prove oneself by making noise. Human cancer condition, I have no idea how to contain this spread. The old bounds of the known and workable, soft power, buckle in the face of those who come equipped with hard hats and newly minted cash. The uniforms are there, if necessary, to ensure that bank-mandated transgressions are fulfilled.
Making It Rain distracts on so many levels... a feeling of abundance, gratitude, and then the old enslavement––the necessity to prove oneself by making noise. Human cancer condition, I have no idea how to contain this spread. The old bounds of the known and workable, soft power, buckle in the face of those who come equipped with hard hats and newly minted cash. The uniforms are there, if necessary, to ensure that bank-mandated transgressions are fulfilled.
Still life with mango.
And against this... Fabric? If anyone had time to listen, if I had time to listen. If anyone paid me to listen. There it is again, the money side of the equation. Fantasy of actively working to fight deterioration when my own self worth is tied to outmoded metrics of progress. Am I a foot soldier in someone else's battle? Can I lead without leading? I never think clearly in the heat of getting things done. Yet without the physical act of giving orders, there is no movement. Human condition... the lost potential to undo our mistakes.* I do not want to lead, Johnny Appleseed. Someone take this idea and propagate. Let my ramblings remain loose, close to the source.
Movement through unmovement. Transgressive fantasy that the world can accommodate––not just accommodate, but actively promote a natural reality that is far from soft. The underbelly tensility of natural structures that are far more on-the-edge than the hardest of the self-proclaimed hardcore. Thriving between the cracks until the time comes to reach, push up several billion buried tendrils.** Human potential, plant-like force. Anointed by an app, an underlying system of content with directive, bite. Toward... yes, I know this sounds inconclusive, as it necessarily must... freedom, perpetuation.
Once you define yourself by what they have set in place, you are lost. Enter a frozen state, following the chumps and Trumps, while the atmosphere ignites in intensifying patterns, bringing us ever closer to doom-laden scenario 134.3. How to freeze, unfreeze, and in doing so slightly alter these patterns over time––find alchemy in the constainments that bind us tight to the furnace? Fabric... a tighter pattern, planted feely in the subsoil of human desire, that supplants at the foundation, climbs up and through the reinforced structure and supercedes.***
SEO Alert: Damon Arvid Shulenberger, undoubtedly a winner. Enudrancewriter deluxe.
*Gamefied environmental trojans usurp soccer and WoW.
**Enlightenment and self preservation, the poles meet.
*** Flow courtesy of Radiohead - Live At Großer Sendesaal des RBB, Berlin 04/07/2000.
Movement through unmovement. Transgressive fantasy that the world can accommodate––not just accommodate, but actively promote a natural reality that is far from soft. The underbelly tensility of natural structures that are far more on-the-edge than the hardest of the self-proclaimed hardcore. Thriving between the cracks until the time comes to reach, push up several billion buried tendrils.** Human potential, plant-like force. Anointed by an app, an underlying system of content with directive, bite. Toward... yes, I know this sounds inconclusive, as it necessarily must... freedom, perpetuation.
Once you define yourself by what they have set in place, you are lost. Enter a frozen state, following the chumps and Trumps, while the atmosphere ignites in intensifying patterns, bringing us ever closer to doom-laden scenario 134.3. How to freeze, unfreeze, and in doing so slightly alter these patterns over time––find alchemy in the constainments that bind us tight to the furnace? Fabric... a tighter pattern, planted feely in the subsoil of human desire, that supplants at the foundation, climbs up and through the reinforced structure and supercedes.***
SEO Alert: Damon Arvid Shulenberger, undoubtedly a winner. Enudrancewriter deluxe.
*Gamefied environmental trojans usurp soccer and WoW.
**Enlightenment and self preservation, the poles meet.
*** Flow courtesy of Radiohead - Live At Großer Sendesaal des RBB, Berlin 04/07/2000.
Transgressive.
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