The worm has turned. Gems In The MeGA RouGH Vol XIVIX
Why would anyone in the Western realm of common safety, spend any portion of their wakefulness masquerading as something they are not and could never be if their heart was asked ‘WHO ARE YOU?/.
I am more often appalled, than inspired,
by the brutes in suits as much as those sired,
by honest, decent souls,
who assumed their little ones would find righteous roles,
yet they have failed,
for their little ones have been corporately impaled,
their views have been nailed,
I find the real, always so far removed from my own sphere of reception and influence. Other than when I am aboard my two wheeled devil steed, danger forcing my instincts to revive and prosper…
I find them in the Greenhouse Effect, other than which, solely when any creature close to me experiences trauma, which causes my Now to become mega vivid. Its then, its now, when I find my embers roused to an inferno. And I want to make something valuable of this wordiness, of this warped, dangerous more often than endearing or useful, devotion to the diction, which is the major form of expression, which is inherently wanting to connect mysef with others…
And so…with my devil steed seemingly revived and certainly howling for play, my hound in fine hands, I find the prospect of release from the shackles of the citadel. I shall embrace the thunder and lightning, flirt in my own odd way with any nubile locals at arms length, focus on the isolation. From humanity. Seek solace and solidarity in the wind and the rain. If not solely fuel to the fires of my essence. Which are mere embers when here, in the city.
How often do you find, yet alone allow yourself to become exposed to something truly new?
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