Dominance Games / Politics
Into nether world jobs they go. Whistling and skipping and wailing and scheming, swords of mighty justice they are. The usual exchangeable parts who fit the slots and make noxious noise they are. Hordes of independence, realism and thinkers, seers and lemmings swooning gracefully. Good searing hacks can enjoy the laughter of achievement and ritual, attainment and lobotomy, speciousness and tripe.
The virtue in the weak sisters and the hairy apes. The rank prancers, the weak dittos? Love all the damned all the damned time.
The masters of mirth, the procurers of entertainment, the light show, the tinder box. The answer to questions not asked, the question to answers not given. They appear and disappear. The phantasms of dimension, the spines of the spineless. They endure mightily as they are unendurable. They are the free thinking potted, rotted plants.
They are special. They are coy. They think. They act. They feel and maim. They promise to promise. They promise promise. They promise to be alive. They promise. Base blase full of vim. As valuable as a post they are. As approachable as as the barbed wire toppings on their fenced in predispositions they are. Flags around their shoulders, the aura of Miss Liberty they are.
Hard scrabble worth and abundant luminescence, they are. Voice, privilege, moonstruck mountains they are. A mound of dirt and a pile of rubble upon which to sink they are. The strong special grifters grifting well with rocks and stones they are. Cream rising to the top they are. The bats in the belfry they ate. Great movements and dead brains they be.
The solid frenzy of empty, void. Faith, hope and charity they are. a show they are. All show all the time they are. Can’t close out of town….. to damned humble they are.
Bless the beasts and the children. If I only had a brain.
Its nice to have injected thoughts. Spares the head muscles.
The sun don’t shine where there are shades of gray.
Gray is dull. Like me.
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Dominance Games / Politics
Into nether world jobs they go. Whistling and skipping and wailing and scheming, swords of mighty justice they are. The usual exchangeable parts who fit the slots and make noxious noise they are. Hordes of independence, realism and thinkers, seers and lemmings swooning gracefully. Good searing hacks can enjoy the laughter of achievement and ritual, attainment and lobotomy, speciousness and tripe.
The virtue in the weak sisters and the hairy apes. The rank prancers, the weak dittos? Love all the damned all the damned time.
The masters of mirth, the procurers of entertainment, the light show, the tinder box. The answer to questions not asked, the question to answers not given. They appear and disappear. The phantasms of dimension, the spines of the spineless. They endure mightily as they are unendurable. They are the free thinking potted, rotted plants.
They are special. They are coy. They think. They act. They feel and maim. They promise to promise. They promise promise. They promise to be alive. They promise. Base blase full of vim. As valuable as a post they are. As approachable as as the barbed wire toppings on their fenced in predispositions they are. Flags around their shoulders, the aura of Miss Liberty they are.
Hard scrabble worth and abundant luminescence, they are. Voice, privilege, moonstruck mountains they are. A mound of dirt and a pile of rubble upon which to sink they are. The strong special grifters grifting well with rocks and stones they are. Cream rising to the top they are. The bats in the belfry they ate. Great movements and dead brains they be.
The solid frenzy of empty, void. Faith, hope and charity they are. a show they are. All show all the time they are. Can’t close out of town….. to damned humble they are.
Bless the beasts and the children. If I only had a brain.
Its nice to have injected thoughts. Spares the head muscles.
The sun don’t shine where there are shades of gray.
Gray is dull. Like me.
politics, news, commentary, analysis Dominance Games / Politics http://dominancegamesb.wordpress.com/
http://twitter.com/BSchiff2
books… http://bschiff.com/
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