How can i rise
above
beyond
this petty
unimportant
influence
that is
life.


experiences
images
words
tendencies
advertisements
play a role
in the destruction
of my capability
to channel
truth.

Feeling the brazen ideas
burning my
fingertips,
burning with
impatience,
burning with pollution,
is torment.


Collusion btw. light and dark
is perpetual
when life's
oil
is incessant in
its
demanding influence.
Ideas cheapen
truths break
incendiary thoughts
turn to
proletarian
refuse.

Clear now.
environment is the
real death.
the death of originality
the death of free will
we are NOTHING
but what
we see.
and what we
see
is shit
ABSOLUTE
shit


where is the world i have been looking for
and expected