Pizzagate Exposed

BloodoftheVikings

Electronica

The empty screen is the scene

Bits and bytes sucking in the mind

While stimulated proles throw dictionaries of Newspeak

Upon images and phantoms of things they cannot fathom

FLASHING IGNORANCE

Sylvia Plath would say men killed for less

Empty empty, a voice screaming in the city

Fashioned in the concrete and the steel

A human face, forever under the heel

The symphony that is the self is assailed by discordia

While fleshy sacks the lips are disgorging

Ever ripping and rending

The naked apes are not ascending

Failed specimens are fit for destruction

Here is the worst of diseases-

Fit for extermination

Post Post Modern man-

He’s gone postal with his cerebrum leaning on the RAM

He’s cutting his image into several mirrors

Because the heroes path leads to the stinking Mere

Sylvan-taught prophets sing nigh of doom

A technacalypse looms

While sylvian twins romulus and rhemus woo

Lonely Nature swoons

 Aegis of progression beyond the biological continuum

Evolution willed onto another course

The luddites are sipping cyanide while the air grows cancerous

The classes are hungry, carnivorous

Flipping the switch of self disrupt, here rises new man

Occult is humanism, gone with the human

Bosons godlike beyond the birthing sheen of luminescence

Existence before essence, this kinesthetic putrescence

Everyman is left in the shadow

Fetor of the meek rotting on the carcass of the ages low

Mortality- even this concept was mortal

Rising like the echoes of the dead, consciousness rises from bodies corporal

Double helix broken and molded- the binary of gods was made ours and encoded

Blood of the Vikings

Alan Watts Work As Play

The Journey To Find The Stars