flames flickering

flames flickering,

two:

gasping, wheezy, 
reduced almost to embers,

yet,

flickering,

yet still straining,

in disjointed unison,

tripping,

falling,

ashes and rust,

corrosive, acidic,

into dust.

Artwork from Google

rustin’ away: for ‘True Detective’ fans

rustin’ away

swept along tugged by the currents that weave cobwebbed chaos hurling us tossing our malleable forms further into the poisoned seas as tide after merciless tide batters and shatters our mortality thrusting us deeper into the bowels of asphyxiating numbness and dumbness that has numbed down and dumbed us even more so because we need the charade to persist for our egos will and shall not whittle away as flesh decays and in that sliver of the blink of an eye is the hysterical maniacal orderly randomness of it all in its naturally-selected symmetry of nothingness because how am i supposed to wake up tomorrow or next weekend if not for some hardwired tripswitch that shuts all critical thought albeit for an instant but in that instant and in each of those instances the ego keeps on cashing in on deluded overtime and we you her him i us yes us all don’t even know that its happening all the time and that it has happened since the manufacturing of the illusion of time and that it is happening right now to me and perhaps to you too yeah hmmm

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“Life’s barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at” – Rustin Cohle (True Detective)

http://thoughtcatalog.com/steve-harris/2014/07/18-thought-provoking-rust-cohle-quotes-thatll-chill-you-to-the-bone/

channeling rustin cohle

(apologies i deleted this earlier post by mistake – in the “true detective” binge-watch mood ☺)

channeling rustin cohle

yeah so okay it’s all just horseshit this damn grinder of souls enmeshed in sordid dreams of twisted consciences lost along the highway of shovelled lies spawned by the inebriated copulation of the gelatinous whole this whole hysterical theatre of bits and bites of neurons sparking all just electricity just plain damn old electricity seeding grief sorrow pain loss ache death life hiroshima where the living envied the dead yes that place this place still this place that exists as large as castles in our collective so called human minds collectively speaking of course but also force-fed the illusion of individual choice