The life we waste in such bad taste is a disgrace to the grace we are imparted with

Fallacies poured from the mouths of men, I could sympathize with the devil more than I could with them. "This is the twenty first century".

Introspect. And the shadows shift with the wind in the night, which dances with the branches of trees now bare in the yellow-white light of your neighbors lamps. And you sit alone amongst those random faces in all the houses stretched out across the landscape to account for each mind thinking and feeling, each body breathing and stealing. So who are you among the multitudes? What is it you account for in the minds solitude stretched out before yourself? What are all the things you hold in your knowledge hidden from all others? All of the actions in your history, what do you they add to your experience of growth?

Sick and tired of the plastic. Completely lacking in substance. Curves and muscles and bullshit corspuscles comprised of vanity. Anxiety defects of this nervous society of airbrushed blemishes fake gestures and fake faces. Our souls are on the assembly line of mass productions.
Destroying the essence. A violently vulgar desiccation of that which is real and you can't even recognize it. And that is to say, this goes vastly past these parameters. This pestilence has been creeping like a cancer into every facet of human life. We are destroying our souls. Where is the love? Falling so fast breathing and not alive. Constants in cosmetic guise. What are you hiding from?

So many of us are robots. These numbing injections of modern things getting us off, rewiring our minds and crushed under this sloppy discipline. Fast food, frozen food nation. Fuck every orifice and forget how it even felt, fucked your own self and even asked for help, as you figured anyone would get off as well and surely they will. Spirit choked off under the stale taste of degradation. Get it all as fast as each thought slips away. Fuck, eat, sleep, ignore every sign. Numbed as so signs don't even present themselves anymore. Can you remember how it felt to be a child? Do you remember what you thought life was all about? We all slip across this viscous film of fog stretched thick across our faces. Not using our inherent strengths to break away. There are pieces of us in these trees, in these things that breath. There are pieces of these things in the parts of us that breathe. The sun is out and yet people lay in artificial boxes of ultraviolet radiation. Malls of Amerika, endless strips-of-malls. Chains of restaurants and each link is the weakest to make you more gluttonous. Consumerism chokes us. Where is this human evolution taking us? To what will we adapt? We create fears and worry, insecurities and anxieties in complete vanity.

The life we waste in such bad taste is a disgrace to the grace we are imparted with. Departed if we asphyxiate the way in which we travel in the spirit. The beautiful memories we taint with actions of the present presence of prescience. These vibrations are growin' ever stronger and they rattle your nerves in subtlety, yet this intensity screams in your face only to reach you through the ether as whispers.

Hypochondriac nation...Diseases of industrial evolutions. Anxieties, depressions, obsessive compulsions, attention deficits. Billion dollar pharmaceutical corporation business. And we all know what the business of Amerika is. FDA approved cancerous tumors. Such pointless endless patterns of a self contained prison. Self-slaves stare at the television. And mouths are sealed. Unending lies from all directions. And we still try to call this a democracy. An imperialist nation sells democracy in the name of blatant unchecked capitalism hiding behind democracy. Greed machines. And the drug companies keep us all sedated. And so called "food" corporations keep us all fat and unhealthy. And the media keeps our brains washed clean. T.V., fast food, drugs, consumerism to keep you all sedated. We've turned our back on what we came from. Our essence, our spirit, the God of this world, this univers