Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Deferential Consignment

A semi-fictitious example of discordant arraignment; metered arguments piling on electric-chaise billing periods; the signature required for an apperceptive signal to proceed.  A timely executable filed under yesterday's regrets, pinned to self-magnify in future jurisdictions; progressively going onward until circuits are disintegrated from the strain.

An obscure motion mingles with the dissonance; a voice clamoring for subjective absolution, and a retreat from ineffectual offensives.  Punctured by concentrated brilliance, the proud zeppelin begins to collapse, and strange relief fills its doomed captain.  A lifetime of struggle reconciled to watery immersion.

Rematerializing in incognito, the shift gradually evolves vociferous lunacy to reticent conservation; accepting Nature's timetable for seasons' transitions;  then a gradual preparation, for the silent migration from a failing urban ecosystem to desert pilgrimages; a sonic mass-expedition to find Arcadia in the wilderness.



[21:14|28.9.016] ©c.thom.carter

Monday, September 26, 2016

Chemical Enervation

Time dilation in your telescopic eyes, a meeting of ids flowing into irreversible continuity;  A descending order of madness, classified and catalogued within lessening degrees of severity.  The breaking of the wave cannot be reassembled in its original configuration, and the next is already in queue. 

You and I have never met, yet I recognize the pattern and presence of an intruder in my subconscious narrative; the twining thoughts, tied in knots, from a spatial distance.  In guessing at the outcome of personal probabilities, this will always be the case, and physical interaction will remain an impossibility.

The motivation for pushing with pens or straining musculature is lacking in the fundamental core.   An ambition to increase in material abundance is usually the dividing nature of the majority of frequented one on one scenarios; my chemical enervation being the defining attribute, coupled with acclimation to the unrestrained access of whimsical behavior.

A multifarious connoisseur with a perceptive compass, navigating waking life as it expedites its ultimate completion.  Observing the anthropomorphic patterns in the entropy.



[19:03|26.9.016] ©c.thom.carter

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Ferrously Scraped Tableaux

Weakness refracted,
totalitarian subsidies,
ferrously scraped tableaux,
all cropped and scissored
with ambivalently sorted stacks
given rise to fumigated impurities;
monopolized for fragmentation
in derisive derivative laughter.

A motion to stillness,
contemplative synchronicity
musically enhanced to excise
jugular-pumping signals
giving the go for nervous breakdown.




[00:04|26.9.016] ©c.thom.carter

Monday, September 19, 2016

Terminal Conclusion

Hemispherical pain in twin signals, lacerated fatigue gravitating towards the floor,
and hemorrhaging disposition staining flowing textiles.  A chaotic radiation of interpreted writ upon sandstone barges, flowing across sandy waves of silicate striations.  Transposed divination buried under mountainous piles of human carcasses; a return to the genesis of the mortal condition; ghostly structures donning tight-knit fleshy patterns.  The exigent id pressing fossilized felonious indiscretions closer to the boiling surface; the tension magnified to feverous introspection, consciousness collapsing into cavernous tombs of memory, and once stalwart oppositions flee for the most shadowy recesses of dimensional domain.  Routed, the antipathy dissipates as darkness is dispersed, and the heat of the Sun consumes all that is and was.



[21:51|19.9.016] ©c.thom.carter

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Tastily Sounds

Bleed'ened out with paper'lessoned cuts; symphonic
defined drips flesh out lines and spots, on sheets
fed into player-pianos.  Tastily sounds bring
speechcrafted wares, traded over wireless pathways,
foggy currencies for timed muscle tensity.  And
what's snappening?  Bobble-headed wraiths nodding
consent to a greenified decampment; migration to
more verdant shores.



[21:11|07.9.016] ©c.thom.carter

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Protean Sources

Seeping betwixt ichor and the
thoughts divine, sprouted from
the ground divided asunder by
the sword; cleaved in twain for
the mirrored thoughts of free
agency; on one hand, to lead
this way, and for the other,
some other direction.

Bleached transgression, the
function of celestial sine waves;
to blot out weaknesses in the
individual strain... the endless
spoken words giving the means to
escape desolate isolation; cubicle
confinement, screens spouting
piercing needles to entrap and
restrain with strong cords.

Birthed from light, the human
condition is tested by reptile
magma.  Protean sources, the font
of polluted axioms, all determined
to disfigure and disable each biped
listener.  The flat world summarily
rounded and fattened up, connects
continental divides; souls twine
across unfathomable depths,
increasing the speed of the global
transformation.

With time winding down, as age
closes in, generations are forged
in decay leading to a climax of
humanly towers; shattered once, yet
now reforged.

[22:43|06.9.016] ©c.thom.carter

Heavy in Your Harms

Twice-built, ejected beyond atmospheres;
returning cosmic signals provenly
portable to voice box screens, tuned to
luminescent frequency.


Another day lapse in metabolic memory;
thickened membranes, colliding in
joust-ousted popcorn lung fumigation,
exchanging a brief word between cold
shoulders... a silence to soon return.


A falsified report of wellbeing, weaving
about between the legs of giants,
catching skyscraper secrets carelessly
tossed out magnated spherical windows.
Leeching sustenance on the fringes of major
social waterholes; barely passable for
the registered shareware stimulation of
sensory inputs.


A freebase of obscure whispering; easy
enough to obtain, but a hard path when
leading to deniable actions.  It's hard to
keep clean with the rising spill, a
veritable modern-day flood; snuffing out
the breath between plunges, either by
pushing or pulling to stay afloat.



[18:50|06.9.016] ©c.thom.carter