or the apotheosis of oneiromancy's apotropaic panaceas
Maieutic dreamer, the ecstatic euphoria of cerebral cortexâ€™s climax matrix is pandemic. Extravagant exorbitances of flirtatious flamboyance and flippantly flighty flit-ness. But what of stint-ness snities, excruciating exacerbations of laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tediums. Synaptic syntax is fervently intense like a feral phrenic frenzied slut. Ruminating humanityâ€™s collective consciousness gives me hysterical deliriums. Weâ€™re frenetically febrile, atrociously impetuous impudents who donâ€™t know our id conclusion from our impromptu innuendo juncture. And what of the organizational principles of our subconscious continuums? Do we only dream about dexterous articulation? Can we become the agile acuity we envision or do we wallow in the drifty drivel of dour drollâ€™s dreary? Whatâ€™s to phatic say about futurity fatidicâ€™s forlorn wanton? We need chutzpah, moxie savvyâ€™s panache. Is there no such thing as a universally acceptable ontological deontology? Probity is as obvious as due yesterday, ethologyâ€™s entelechy the omnipresent reward. Elan vital is not subjective, itâ€™s objective. Explicating epiphanies of social contiguityâ€™s prospectus so innate as to be irrefragable. Not perhaps the oligarchies of eclectic synectics, but perhaps the pugnacious audacities of emote to exude aimed imbue. Assay relayâ€™s convey, foray delay purveys inveigh. Perhaps if we are all cogently fecund with our vituperatively vociferous the holocaustial cacophony of our obstreperously abstruse will be just what the grotto grouch gumption ordered. Infusing all with the capability of aspiring to higher powers and yet not forgetting the mystery of self and others. I know I know what an ingratiating sycophant on the introjection. Gambits of alluvium aloof impunity when we all know immunity is Epicurean absurdity, but I already covered that on the phrenic aimed holocaustial cacophony. Seriously of we all enunciate so on the diction of mesomerism's to punctual. Why canâ€™t that be the essence of accidence ambience acoustics, the arbitrational attenuation of actuators aorist. We are not ethereal, we are corporeally preternatural and the sooner we all learn to respect each other to that the sooner we can get down to the sublimely surreal in oneiromancyâ€™s apotropaic panaceas.
| So people are conceited, ignorant,confused and self centered?|
Why be anything else? Let's just let people not give a fuck. They're easier to enslave that way..
I really like this piece though. Another favorite. :)
|| Posted on 2015-08-30 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ] |