“Too many notes.”
“Shut up, we'll get there.”
“Fuck yah naw ear me. Too many notes nawman.”
“Are you telling me to dumb it down? Round and round and pound for pound, fucking clown. No, not me not ever this clever. Have you ever tried to write a freestyle?
“Wait what, data paradox dat.”
“Welcome to the 21st century. Secular schitose.”
“How you mean?”
“Stupid fuckers, building a program for years of lies, pon slate. Thinking she rock. Which it is, but still data flimsy shit.”
“Is your mind a fortified? So I imagine that is a major fucking issue. This masquerade over consolidation of concentration is blending careless consideration from judgments, on the way psyche must conduct their affairs? NO CONTEXT, She's a problem but you'll be tagged.”
“No, I always hated that. I fucking hate judgment. Inside my head straight test pattern. I stop absorbing. Get right fucking stubborn. She's a fucking problem. Everybody in this day and ages are throwing stones from inside a glass house, miscreant cocksuckers. History's determinant. Antique contest perfected repetition into controlling cows. Healthy in cellulite with no breath to fight. What is the earnings of insulin world wide?”
“Are you causing trouble? Rewind an ancient Cynic philosophical past time to find again, the garden of a weak mind.”
“Whose gods were their own?”
“Atheist bitch.”
“Were they stoics when they fucked Rome?”
“How do you spell Morphology? You invite twelve of your followers to a last supper.”
“Regurgitating ghosts all over political twitter eternal proletariat power fighting each other, distracting from, nobody wants to pay us while whipping all to pushing harder. We are one. Funny how inflation and recession never fuck's with corporate profit.”
“Hey now what is the sum of any revolution? Sorry, break it down son.”
“Dogma. Is there own origin, in refection of their module forcing: -Aggressively forging their will as the watchdogs of morality to the terror of malefactors. Eternally repeating for the good of humanity. Save the children. I will save your soul. Be self sufficient. People are promiscuous.”
“Oi I fucking like that one.”
“Sure the idea, who doesn't. But in reality don't you just want to be loved? Destruction of the family. A big one, was the sect deranged by Diogenes of the forth century. There is a constant perversion in the twisting of Natural law, tipping and turning, flipping and flopping contradiction to interpret your pimp, ignoring what is real.”
“What is real?”
“A natural wolf pack will let a determined doe be, if not starving, preying on the sick, the weak or those with lack of will. Before Socratic era capital climax for the love of inquiring language unconstrained, Athens and the mission to his fellow man in sponsoring a pure soul's nurturing. Cantankerously principled in heart's last beat, Anytus or Meletus accusing putrefaction of young minds, and begging to unusual gods for strength to spread virtuous logos wide, but his man Plato said he got jacked for criticizing democrats. There was Alcmaeon of Crotona. He inferred the brain as the seat of intelligence, distinguishing it from sensation, and was all into embryology. Loved to spout off on the mating of philosophy and physiology, claimed 'as with bodies and society, whose citizens are of equal standing is what she's means to be healthy. Monarchy of any leads to disease'. In all of recorded history what, less then five hundred years was the only safety feels in nomoi? But I guess it's true men, just want to be ruled.”
“Fuck that shit. I just want to enter that elusive space where the mind runs away with you. Holding on tight, clawing at the rushing thoughts, troubled from escaping concepts. But no, fucking poetry has me on straight anal log. Choking off the premise premature like a pushy, but spilled motherfucker.”
“Is this your issue? Are you are compensating?”
“Bahahaha as if. Compulsion, obsession, complex, fixation, a beautiful black hair woman from Malta warned my father, looking at me but shit, t'all already too late. Passed that expiration date. All to early I don't remember. I DON'T FUCKING REMEMBER.”
“Like, oh my god the anger. Is it true north that's missing? Are you wanting of direction. A destination?”
“What do you mean? Are you saying I wish I had a tail?”
“Is that what you wish? Your words son. What would you do with it?”
“Stock locked in contemplation, sure. Who doesn't want to set on a wag? No, are you implying I feel for something to eat or chase, reflection of spindling insanity? NOAH.”
“Are you projecting of the world around we? Have a funny feeling we have been here before, seizure over psychedelic review of light copulating noir under solutions of bromite silvers, its unnerving, this awareness over and again. Darkrooms are dead.”
“Do you think like, it's part of the process of finding that fucking mentalist door to kick open with caressing attention into convulsive spewing over, into the realm of fantasy?”
“I don't know, problem though, now is no time for fucking pretending, no matter how or what they're spouting. Now is a time for decoration and proclamations.”
“Don't be stupid motherfucker. You never reveal your position. Time for some action.”
“Oh my god, fucking work with me here. Power admits to being cowards for hundreds of years, protected by a golden shore. Fear is a menace managing conspiracy, racing through out the world.”
“Is the truth forsaken?”
“Fake news begins with the family torture of Julian and Edward. The master's despotism, the only story. Forget contrary motherfuckers, all latent just want to argue. Push forward.
“Which ones?”
“All of them.”
“Every single one?”
“Well, not you and your friends, hardy haha. Simple, lowest of the low with nowhere to go. The one's the shade of victim, television has made mean, as they scream feeding them to the lions. The shameful ones, stubbornly arresting growth in the name of pride. Most effective of the worst on the road to raise Rome's idealized paramountcy of a forth kind but, corruption will foster its true nature, in worship of the last. Lift banners of save all the little. . . missionless quest of supremacy mobilizing rabid pauper's campaign to conform to child sacrifice. A century ago they were just all horny to let off shots.”
“OI, you can't give a woman a toy an not expect her to play games.”
“The dream after world war two of a science of control, commanding communication in animal and machine. That's the plan no? Devising a game of epigenes to run with broken motivation. Today I will not move because I love my life all cybernetic, and rule 35 has a mind to mine more credits.”
“Hey, all is fair in love and war?”
“That's what happens, when it starts from the beginning. Hook them young.”
“I am thinking on a composition of receiving assistance from suicidal tendency sounding a chorus with endless SLAVERY.”
“What do you do with a soul, homeless?”
“Do you mean the last one that was the same star sign as sigh, harassment?”
“And they say soothsaying stars, as they oval, are full of lies.”
“Fuck, they even sound the same style, whatever, never met her. Shame I wanted to. If woman ran the world there would be no war. Ain't that some shit. Men are brainwashed to fight fair.”
“REMEMBER SCATTERING AT MOTHERFUCKER'S THROWING CHAIRS?”
“Man I love woman fights. Like kid capoeiras, genuine. What does media seed into the synapse under a young girl's hair? Maybe the aggressive have a why chromosome, that some mean drunk forced over synthesizing androgen into a biological trans?”
“Don't interrupt. No war. Something she would've said running the party line. Right after bitching her best friend decked her, sniffling hinting tears, at a loss for a reason why. Always correcting anything I said, all eurocentricly arrogant in the pronunciation of native language origins.”
“Why did she do that?”
“She didn't say. I didn't ask. She bragged of contrarian sympathies, in a relentless push when I was silent until the end. The final deep, cellular maliciously, grunting chuckle forced me out, in a 'Oi it's not you but. . .You know what, we all do it. Turn into cunts. Before power snatch dropped the virus gauntlet, I did the same thing with this Christian woman, bragging bout hanging round outside the same subway station I did, escaping the ghetto, oh so long ago. 'HOW CAN YOU BELIEVE IN THAT GOD?', I says.”
“Hey, escaping postal codes, gonna take you higher?”
“Fuck man I'm not there yet and so, the gods only know . . . And then struck disturbed how SHE'S IN NO WAY ANY OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS. It fucked with me, hard.
“Your a Cynic?”
“I have no power but I got life. Fuck you. Smelling me, being shamefully shit irked a will to understand. Why do all want to obligate to tell everybody what to fuck?”
“She's too hard to fight fair and we are all at the bottom. Even if you have money, are you in control? In the end somebody's going to get you.”
“Fight fair, who does that? No one that's who. Fight fair, what does that even mean? I'll kill a motherfucker if you draw enough blood. I don't care what's between your legs. It as always only been a woman. Chris Rock wasn't lying.”
“Define blood?”
“That surge when your eyes blackout a mind. The nasty taste left by a Prime Minister forcing Science to shut the fuck up. That rage ascends as you find no law to protect you from the promise of a paycheck never materializing. When the Schools are setting to lie, to your child, about the quality of gender.”
“Sexuality is nothing but pure motivation. It is not a not a demand nature, despite which Freudian conscious proves to predominate. They are digitally swarming a hunt around us, as always, with each and every fresh innovational score.”
“Are you saying she's all been done? What is epizootic disease?”
“You know what? Could be psychological, tomato, potato, apple. duck duck go, nicky nicky nine door, or emotional warfare set to affect education? A subject to megaphone but, she's a quietly underhanded attack is what it is. Besides being illegal, for Generals. Is Business a game or war?”
“Wait, are we the enemy? Is that original sin? In being born, I didn't fucking do anything.”
“And yet you are guilty. Think about it.”
“Hell no.”
“Cynics from the beginning baby. Marvellous autonomic manipulation of internalized uncertainty on top of: Infected live stock during world war one, an example of biological logistics by the Germans, educated in nature's rich history of eradication's, is in no way novel. Effective in the elusive mystery of sporadic initial infection's confusing body count. It ah rich history, these bio ordnance. The Crusaders in Jerusalem with black death, typhus of the moors in Spain, Napoleon massive, running up into schistosoma making moves on Moscow, typhoid fever and the Boer War, tainted beef when the Spanish and Americans kicked off War. Nothing better then a cholera filled body to poison a besieged water supply.
“Emotional schism condition under constant magnetic monitoring of habituation to stimulate a 'by any means' compulsion to hit that notification bell, ain't no kinda solution, but the ring self destruction. Get Pavlov to lick your nuts. How many times are you going to dog me into force compliance? 'We are passionate about stopping the dangers of fake news, conspiracy theory is a treat to our democratic philosophy now here watch these 10 videos of how the world is flat'. Fuck, I already subscribe. Once is enough, pass on my friends shout outs, cunt.”
“Do we have to list the lethal effective nature dispenses in counting casualties? Enemy chuckling behind an open palm, in the know, from the time of release to the realization of a rampaging gene infecting. Then of course, the experts have take an order of time to measure, to sleuth identification. In the matter of sterilization, one would hope none was too busy texting, or twittering they know the future. Unless they do; what they do.
“Wow you ain't listening. Genetically engineered virus, is that a chemical weapon?”
“FAIR FIGHT AS PORN IS A WEAPON, WAR FUCKING RULE 35.”
“Jesus stop yelling. The last time I heard that, I was victim of a swarming. I removed brand new, red lens spectacles from getting cracked, 200 security pound fleshy anchors humping each arm and leg tied to stop me and hold me open. My boy crowd surfing, eyes screaming 'what do I do?' to my smiling shrug as I received my first black eye. Now the new rules are imposed on a negro, one on one? I should have stabbed him. God damn that motherfucker was lucky. First inclination, after the fact, was to kick smash him through glass doors he stood before, rushing. Owner dropped to his knees about a blow begging and grabbing 'PLEASE NO', reading my mind. Fucking psychic.
“I doubt he was clairvoyant in your oozing intention. Would you've stabbed him?”
“Cause you know I had a flip knife to trick. I always did. But now I don't know. Have I changed, or was I always disposed to consider move's motion on later rippling returns? Living in that time, always calming a mind out of climactic shit, has it ever changed? I banished the blade at my side, exiled to Canadian National Railway tracks, after refusing to cut through a gang of country pussies, spiral eyed, screaming about a drive by. Imagine, disrespect met with edged course correction. Living under chivalry, what is honour? Is there ever any in saving face? But what a time to live in.”
“Imagine the freedom?”
“No, this civilization itinerary mandated humiliation, the order of succession.”
“Fuck, what did William James say of Urbanization in modernity's infancy?”
“One must have an extraordinary sympathetic, yet critical manner of dealing with anybody's views on any occasion. Well not of madness, but he said it.”
“Yeah yeah city psychosis, before you call me a country lover, state sponsored mandating addictions of the mind now, knows no municipalities. I mean, do you not feel corralled, counted and collected?” Fucking oil baron Royals, what is good for Nigeria is good for Canada, eh. Truth in the MOON, even if it is on youTube.”
“Don't get me started. What is left open ended?”
“First things, in their proper order. We have to stop playing their rigged game, cemented with Paul Martin and the end to the intellectual Governance of Canada, whose order was to nurture. His was the nature of a traitor. How dare we say, we won't follow your war. Fuck your nine eleven. Besides all else, that day my nationalist heart soared. Motherfucker now is a time for course correction. Because cut and slash conservatives, are whoring their asses on the same black heart oil slick, low track strip, as the human rights dismantling liberal nemesis who cried, “It would be stupid not to take advantage of the countries natural resources.”
“Do you disagree?”
“No. But only in a manner of trust, that fortifies the wealth and health of the whole of future Canadians commons. Not only the benefit of these rapist. Both parties, at one time or another, have made us feel at the pumps. They both fiend the same way of dismantling your Rights and Freedoms. And if it wasn't for the game of red and blue, same words but different all their Bills are written in, all for one in this country, different directions might be under consideration.”
“You make it sound as if in the 21st century, Government is the enemy.”
“World wide, their lies in unison be screaming, there be no dissidence.”
“I don't know. I can't think. All these so's and so's want to go faster. Considering of, and living in circles.”
“The spiral is bigger than us all. Who is he?”
“She is an Aries, and they both drove so goddamn fast. Him I mentioned before.”
“Haha and here we are again, back where we started?”
“How's that now?”
“The towers always open oppidum dominium. How tall are the twins structures of your mind?”
“I like ice cream castles, in the summer time.”
“We're all. . .”
“This kid I once knew gave me a beer cap that claimed 'a man's truck is his castle', is that true you think?”
“I said before, they took away probable cause, with dope. It has been a slow and steady climb, son.”
“What about your house?”
“What about your head? I have noticed that filters remove all the scars of a concern mind in the face of lies, over years repeating, from all but the camera lens before your eyes. When will they be mandatory?
“They're fucking already.”
“Are you safe inside your mind. Is that the one space, secure behind psychic, forty foot walls?”
“Castrum's proliferation tizzic authority decreeing decimation of all without royal decree. Adulterine Kremlin mind power packed full inquiry, screams danger.”
“It was a gunpowder conspiracy is what tumbled citadel's defence.”
“Wait, are you saying my twin tower's a prison?”
“Shall I call Bastille? Is your brain a fortification? What is the new black powder magic. Are they crowding out your economic advantage with trifling likes? Because they know most favour acceptance more than money, winning the art of war in their business.”
“Are you addicted? I'm addicted.”
“The most influential innovation for thousands of years, castles were.”
“Hold tight nawman. We are the commodity driving this industry? We are the producers of all the good videos as they throw pennies. She is our creations that everybody's viewing, but they are collecting advertising dollars. Whose ideas superior in the writing of android firmware? Who is weaving the secrets illuminating the genome? It is our blood sweat and tears, they make cheep copies of, hiding originals from search optimization in favouring their own.”
“A rebellion against technology, or a monopolized ideology? Have profiteering, chaotic ideas come full circle? This century there will be no Governmental intervention. Money works hard to dissect proactive principles. We are witness to an epoch conception. It could be immaculate. What will the future bring is not an open question. It is up to us. If only we could come together remembering the anxiety of 100 years of industry's ravenous quest to pollute the world with a feeling an intentional fall into horror.”
The choice is all our own.