Hive Mind XxxX IX

Crash addiction landing,

       Survival of the manipulative fittest champions of vacant profit no street but endless dollar bound derelict righteous abusive hand swing above the sinking line Lisa whose captain laced the hook to sink every opposing stance but the submissive mimes of greed, who revolted in the so over moral trench play war ground of debt's  noose unto anchor thrown over the unforecasted side of Medusa; inhumanity's avarice harpoon sinking heart enthroned with apathy ship that swore an oath to turn a blind over the shoulder never eye plead the degree of five times the losses no paper falsify shredded trail ever witnessed half a raised eye spectacle down to render inept at sight glance down an evil nose at the  last civilian never raises a voice but to protest death casualties.

In earnest anticipation of,

Post Partum: Natural

Take note of Logic,

    Definition of Natural: The way God intended (anything to be), an ancient (pre-'sin') perspective definition. Leading us into (everything) un-natural: Sinful state of the world. Thus everything now is natural! A sense that we cannot ever go back to the previous state of intended natural. So respect everyone! Stop the epidemic of apathy, the self corruption of willing blindness must end!

In earnest anticipation of,

The Bloated Hush

World of expression,

     Vulgar overly deaf compliant tones of mediocre grey, Moral declining articulate code expansion of delinquent times in a culture of socially acceptable spread of stigma pathogens, Analysis official opening grunt statement met report associates strength with the open air spread of a well structured phrase whose tendency predicates monosyllables' macho loquacity verdict of odd virility.

     Punch half drunk on whispered babble, delinquent sneers and quasi enunciated inane phenomenon of guiltless weak hearted conversation where sleeves will only ever be convinced by a cocky aggressive side walk group hive minded stance consumed by the false subject matter of silence where arrogance breeds an apathy amidst lust so deep its vile vein channels are never sated even as the culprit of  a blackout hate second language glare in the stillness towards a 'lovers' derelict venomous jack frost's endlessly spilling fourth onyx rime like oil glazed over eyes of vermilion blood tones of a death match between loyalty and pride where chivalry never wins has caused the blackout lid no surgery of make up could cover the grievous malignant falling down victim stairs blaming herself for the bruises to the pigs at her doorstep where she lay dying just hours before...

     Worst compliance altercation is a group infested hives willing consciousness past blue pill awakening group in a line up mentality of never lift a finger to rescue the hope in a split no second life dedicated to every chance at sedation.

     Arguing voices mingle between angelic witnesses hovering unseen in a twilight realm of obscenely jested psalms as they bid a moment before the gates to a golden thrown wherein sits the shadow of man so that they may make a a vow of reverent silent decapitation of their tongues to speak of the vile nature of inhumanity on Sandcastle Earth as it falls they prayer to the shade of Death upon the dais who'll never welcome them back folding themselves inside charred wings into the ochre flames of heaven, A wish to opt the insult of humanity shouting in a no arms left resolution of greed's indigenous nurtured voice of violence and the cosmic deaf growl inheritance code of every tone must be kept chained in discourse a captive of silence...

     We speak only on behalf of Avarice and the selfish carpe diem manifesto of greed... What nebula of this sad universe has the vigilance of morality sanctioned itself off our planet to? Leaving black mumble bitten apex doctrine clouds lingering behind the ventriloquist decrepit voice moping inside our heads as if the speakers of our hearts reside trapped within a shelter we're all willing to watch shatter.

     Will the demise of heroic moments lived by choice of will be overthrown by the determination of deviant leagues of blind tongue grouped up side line existing violent speech seething filled hive mentally ill minded rarely but for their own gratification or manipulation be gentle men, The great forked tongue malignant malfunction of our time, We're oft to silent in dark times, too afraid to speak in a closed parselmouth crime unsolved case of weakness surfacing on the tragic predatory snake like epidermis of our colour changing skin.

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix VI

Piano call,

    Keyboard finger roll of unrehearsed ventriloquist thunder eardrum of no one due to inaudible stormy irreversible dyslexic mute deaf tones of emotion's terror; A forecast of bravery secluded in a closet no life at all realm of eyes uneasily closed off behind a breathless statement holding the gaze of their every moment captive at the edge of a breaking every future never had a chance like lost seconds, Time's lingering dial trapped in memories of faded grey unto gunmetal fearlessly sad clouds whose halted march lies over the all joy.

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix V

Isolation is blind,

     All stop reverse lethargic thrusters before the arbiter of hope as it encircled the dais of emotion aegis never shielded the bloated hushed belly of swollen lies within the dark grey shadow of the never evaporating gunmetal turmoil clouds lingering above the heart of my throne as it travels stagnantly caught in apathy's vapid confinement of one in a world where carpe diem monster thoughts leave you abused and alone...

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix IV

Emotion invested in terror,

     Well ill bitter wind remix of a history on repeat transgression played conquest match chess no stale gangrene amputee mates survive the conflict ending the paradigm transmission heart shift of pull up your britches son... There never was hope.

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix III

Miscreant pariah,

     Guided by derelict foot prints filled with vermilion fumes inspired by no arms left over save controlled by algorithms of artificial life mechanisms drifting over snow in the shadow of the hive minded satellite a million universes and a nebula's black over green screen reverse matrix encoded text eternally compliant with the dreams of Avarice, Bride of Greed and Debt that is our emotion terror(ist) Monetary Matriarchs.

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix II

Oceanic centre,

     Where the emotion terror lurks collecting names like Death before the throne of unbelievably reckless grace never found but by the dead, A revelation caught in between a perfect algorithm mental future to past chained up no mirror necessary moments watching the picture roll inside the head that bleeds off amidst the distractions of this Sandcastle Earth where both contentment and emptiness wearily deny the causality of honest pigments to unfold from our tongues.

In earnest anticipation of,

A Bitter Remix I

Emotion Terror,

     Complicit vortex where thoughts align with the malignant heaving corrupt breathe of fire half consuming our essence via names as lungs are held breathless from the future's debt overcast truth where luck is love's kin... A reckless contagion profoundly unavailable.

In earnest anticipation of,