the visceral

“Boredom’s not a burden anyone should bear.” -from the song Stinkfist, by Tool

eyeing the current environment---

the ins & outs of everyday mediocrity,

that which for most is nothing less than a mundane pledge

whereby swimming with the stream, abiding all the preformed

parameters &

echoing the culmination of

listlessness

bound by increasing sedentary lethargy

sustaining a perpetual monotonous

nature &

as this exterior becomes exhausting,

complete utter indifference is only a few steps away---

the need to extend our mere human notions vibrates within

shoots up through the spine, flickering behind the retinas---

it speaks from inside the deepest darkest

regions,

asking for something more than what has already been

experienced &

from this starting point, the body seems to stall, to wait for the

gun to go off,

however,

there’s nothing outside the current biological self which can commit such an

act---

the body then commanded by the mind makes its way out into the world

engaging in acts that have to top their former,

as a “western civilized” thrill-seeking people

make their most desperate attempts to quench their thirst for

something,

anything,

more interesting than what is stuffed down their throat

by the mainstream saturation,

like a farmer poisoning the herd’s grain with

mad cow---

it is that which cannot be written down in the present for the

future

which defines your present moments

then,

and with these ensuing explosions of emotion &

hopeful chaos

(which can only bring change by default),

the pattern of creation &

destruction is kept on track,

ironically, because still very much more human than anything else at this point,

the flight into the sun is expedited---

what is craved by the experience-needy is the splitting of the unknown in

two & then

the subsequent stepping through---

this can only come about by an insistence on the

visceral,

allowing ourselves to assert our various destinies without regard to

preconceived ideas

concerning what was once thought possible.

 

do not settle for what seems to be the only thing this life is selling---

spit on the comfortable dissatisfaction

found in the complacent &

venture out beyond

using all the energy you have at your disposal.