We’re all products of plastic. A contemporary culture dissolved in toxic thoughts and rotting pasts. What seems to be the focus is major upheaval from a system derived from conjoined negativity. What makes the blood pump red is turning those negatives into positives. Self actualization is only key in facing greater truths, not putting initiative in absolute action. Action is at every finger tip but only if the nervous system is willing to take itself into transendental force. This means acting on instinct rather than practability. Don’t think about it. Do it.
We’re tangled in tides. Tides of blistering cold swept under thoughts of our destroyed lives. There was a place and a time. Places that felt like distant dreams. Time spent smashed bottle broken in corners of shadowing death. It is in these times and in these places that systems of nervous rehabilitaion begin to unfold. There were once streets lined with directionless motives and what became of most of them wound up chocking on their own failure.
I: DIRECTIONLESS MOTIVES:
All accounts bleeding from direct thinking. This thinking is more often than none derived from inspired notions. But only a percentage of that actual spirit is put into resolution. The rest is lost to a transit highway of mental downsizing. A degredation of mental mass if you will.
II: CHOKING:
An absolute moment frozen in the space-time continuim directly affecting movement. This act can only be implemented by pure immobility of the mind’s attempt to congegate verbal rhythm.
