Warning (prompt)

Took another caution for the time against wonder

fought the conditioned frequency

asking about guidance in provincial

distrusting fierceness

this, for other voiceless masses

When the fear doesn’t silence

as if we had loud voices to begin with

quieted, complacent in friendly neighborhoods

careful warnings for cruelties

just in case, guilt can save your shame

and it’s a grace, anyway

the precautions become

wary needlessness or uneasy confrontation

spaces between the pain and fear

watched imaginary movement,

could picture anything

painted precautions in limits to paranoia

those to feel worried in cause or effect

blame concentrated or concerted frustration

a singular imaginary guarding

incurable warning defense

and says guard yourself, become more vulnerable

what could testify beyond any silence

in the horrible void: bewary beyond, but never show

in precaution to oneself alone, possessive

supposed strength or could have thought it was protection

in strange devices or unkempt ferocity

forgotten to the humane

what strange bravery would

ask for more vulnerability?


via Daily Prompt: Warning



Waited the diligence beyond me, contrived the positions for avoidance or condensed my own revenge to small pockets of grinning indignation for the surplus of condescension. More reasons to permit or regard accordingly; more chances to prove yourself decent enough to exist or the basest conditions dismissed themselves against the measurements for actuality, for the realism or that artistic inclination against the abstraction but always in conceptual and nothing between. the distances between response or the decisions for wording can remain the absolute wonder of others, could name itself to instance for moments, could disappear to other ether or convince itself of better endings for the purposes in timing or reach. Positioned randomness to regard, there must be no such thing, here, and beyond is another reach for something that must somehow be known or fathomable to us. We’ll beat the confusion with mythological comforters, we’ll sweat out the significance in too many layers and confound ourselves to answers that set for moments and then disappear themselves. portions of decision making process stolen for the ransom of absolutes, of all the escapes in the sanctities of capital gain or the need to conform ourselves against the threat of workers injuries. here, freedom! the worry-free distal absolutist projectile encampments, gathered scrap in heaps, watched the dwellings contrive themselves before the remnants had even gathered themselves to corners, or before those capstones could even be recognized. the buildings sweat, glean in water weight and shift with the wind, can see the sunlight in short bars across the gaps left between siding. console ourselves with thoughts of worse-off, any decision was already made in the apriory, these conditions are better hoped for or against and must have attention in either way. what dwellings we’re given, the way we house ourselves, these flesh machines filled with daydreams, these empty darkened caverns for thought to fill. hey, another direction to get lost about, a difference in gathering or what my assumptions do to others’ dignity or how about how much more fulfilled in daily existence we must all be? constructs of destruction, here’s another phrase for the American aphorist shoot ask shoot mentality; definitives and directives from stolen decision making process or vagrant sympathies in departure and refusal to participate. Stay neutral! Bondage in strange positions and uncomfortable depressions, figures balanced precariously on another edge, somehow resisting the weather or the atmosphere crushing in weightlessness. Not a care in the world! Apathetic asthetic: here, caring too much means vulnerabilities that will be taken advantage of. probably in horribly unfair ways. Gratefully, we must realize how much has been sacrificed for such theft to even be possible; what dignities we have are in the realization of them being stolen. removal principles, it must have become itself from a negative indicative someplace; must have opposite reaction of some sort, must have opposition to exist. An equal reaction, and not just opposite? Negativism crowds around these darkened corners of means to any end, possibilities in assuming the worst and expecting the betterments, the last time I saw a positive story take up equal time in newscasting, the truly caring find themselves uncaring as the best fit. There’s no need for self-denial in being entirely removed.


what’s another for the delinquency in pages or the pushing for the sake of it, what about the other rounds about the same temples rubbing in frustration or the sampling of supposed emotion? Claim to another poetical phrasing syndrome, practicality can almost write itself after long enough, here’s another way to avoid having to feel it, as if avoidance is all we are ever given. That absence, must be claimed or named in some way or another, must have some sort of comfort in the thought of solice beyond the refinement of culture or the desecration that most have only expected. expectations to blame for the awareness itself, the subjects had chosen themselves and refused to shift, the congruence paused in just the instances that were unnecessary and decrepit to us. purchase another chance to change the rate of void in the only options we have staring at us like our own murals of devils painted on the walls around us. musta been askin’ for it. same rounds again, as if brand new and gouging themselves as if miles deep. here’s another fault for losing the chase, the ravines that none care pass or other ways to avoid as if the options were ours and if we can reconstruct it must have been our fault to begin with. Escape, these portions or positions assumed of space that doesn’t technically exist or defiances of apriory in association, despite another contract for deciding a way to think or allowances for interaction in collections of anxiety. Curved another bent weight in leaning backwards, as if the navigation of such saturated conditions must be picture perfect and absolutely purified; crooked, narrow pathways and considerate felled contractions in paradox or discomfort translations in hidden references. Collocation of personhood, here’s another grouping mechanism for confirmation of conformance to identitarian absolutes: hey, they’ll get ya somehow….free will must be a choice, and you’ll be forgiven for losing it to archetypes.

REPEATED WORDS ((it never ends))

Would ask the firmament again the paces allowed in responses or the same questions over and again, the ways in which we are able to circumvent them or the timing that we separate ourselves from others with. Those ideas were closed to this, encapsulated form and conditioned themselves to convince of extra sensory divergences of responsibility or the convenience of preparation and decision making to the crime of mentalism. As if every chance we get is already swallowed away for us, against some current we must be imagining for ourselves. these cold open loneliness repetition comfort lines rehearsed ways to protect free thought, considered the likeliness that information reliability exists to us anymore, that we’ll ever be on the same page. each idea for response had already formed itself, had already considered the devices necessary response, had already factored for the will to decide a reaction: and every decidable action in account for the doxastic responsibility imagined for the escape artists wondering and refusing set limits for risk assessments and global alarm mechanisms. Here, another alarm to start, another balm for the bruising, another bombardment of consideration or catastrophic wake beyond the fronts of apriory. there are plenty of lists to give yourself, reliable response or rhetoric, here’s word finding for the in-between, here’s another thesaurus lacking the diction between the garnered syntax of definition. What our searching has lead us about, the ways in which we consider each other and the loner syndrome disheveling like, how are people around you when they’re not around you? Imagining these faces I’ve seen or those I’ve never met, able to shift or morph them to say what I imagine, what I condense in medium and return to myself in cautions or refusal limits have bound to those same sacrifices and offerings of consent idealisms and anxiety ridden stupor and ambiguity senselessness in possibility convolutions of wanted interaction. The places it matches up, the most frightening sense of togetherness: I had imagined or dreamed this, some part of my mind had guessed based on experience and interaction, the possible conditions in allowed or regularity rhetoric for any given situation, and in the potential of recombinance suddenly formulates indicatives of future or past, far too familiar and far too foreign. Existential detachments reform against the frequented language, and how condensed have we become in catch phrases and acronym its own evidence in persistent stupor about the normal or acceptable words, the actions and posturing that move these uninterrupted symbols to shapes of syllable and motivations in sound, that allow for such sense of eased togetherness, likeness is becoming more and more a continuer in absence. imagery is ever escaping, barely set a severance for the optional or proposed weariness trial of respectfulness that fears the sights crashed into such quandary. Practiced as if interruption were possible, as if the streaming consciousness that takes parts of us to share would ever realize itself or find actual stillness in a universe of constant motion and constant sound. There are places within me that silence blooms, or distorts, or dims to the sweetness manufactured with saliva. There is actual stillness in coincidences of space without time, as if we could manufacture it in these strange machines, everywhere else holds similar limits, these animals we are share each to certain points. here, these were building blocks and protective constraints to the information reliability in nature and homeostasis that won’t compete. These severe balances we contort ourselves to, these animals we are in humanitarian bindings that must suffice the past to decipher the honor promised in immortality from the pride of assurance, that test the separation we must be from environment or attainability or affordance structure, an echo niche and actors performing our characters for the continuum of the planet. (it never ends)


Shrugged, saw corners worth filling with empty sighted

removals for the processor,

the ticks between or the rhythm of both hands

guessing for the wonder left hiding itself as if lost

or crumbling from the safety points for the vantage of grounds

borrowed for the tunneling mechanics and lost frolickers

like something to worry about again,

or some hopelessly unfair seeming connection

this must have been yourselves

feel some form of closeness or the closures we limit

will destroy us

grapple for time and space that isn’t yours

that will never be near you

as if any knowledge has it’s own institutions left alone

and any leave must be reckoned with and pardoned

or punished with empirical sense

responsibility and supposed responsiveness

that same bad luck syndrome

none of us will stick to our parts or places

and they still blame as if the mistakes were ours

to begin with

to begin with

beginning again

trace yourself new forms of newness and now

of the hottest or most frictional or easiest to get away with

but still very dangerous

triggering accidentals for resembling against the possessions

what are we thought for ourselves

conglomerate misgivings and rigid edges to fall off of

the entirety

recall the mesmerizing hypnosis and repeatedly disgusting

manipulations of flesh and unswerving

abuse and emotionalism victors with stuck gears

vengeance relegation swerves and tired grasping toward imagination

here, the paranoid brain injured

criminality factoring especially for freedom to all the captives

they’ll never get it, I have no options and any opinions

eaten again this giant machine discussion and disgust

relief to ourselves in thoughtfulness intention alone

if you think you are helping

there’s no amount of process that could bring closure

or closer the day justice is actually winning

for people, humanity

rampant dis-care and quickly regarded disjointing desecration

quickly and to the thorough back around again to smash and scatter

like whatever it takes

reliability nature, knowledge can’t matter too much to us

we have to fit our pre-existant scaling and diagram

legends and holotype and homonym

escape for thought


only when prompted, these tales leaving themselves behind for the comfort and ease of character portrayal in narrative rather than autobiography: asked itself again for the leans in limit to the use of ‘i’ or the need to avoid it. There are permissions for names or thoughts that attach to the ideas of attribution, that originate the concept of naming something at all, or that are left to gather after the insecurity and fear syndromes. When first meeting another, the last thing to offer is your name: what defines these postures and reflexes that perform me? I move my hair to the side, bite my thumb, play with the bit off nail in between my teeth, fiddle with the zippers on my boots or fix my glasses impatiently. wringing or the resting causality of thought: the conduction of memory as performance of postural etiquette, the ways in which we remember ourselves, compared to the ways in which we actually behave or the actual attitudes we have. We had decided our destined limits already, had contrived the movement long before its limb, had discovered the twitch before we noticed doing it, and upon noticing accept them as endearment or suffer them intelligibly. By what providence, those calloused western promises of prestige and accidently fit oppositional limits to propriety, yanking around the doodling or diddling to a firm position. make a decision about the decision to make, wander the force of definitive, coalesce the concentrates of assumption and apriory manners. The way you look at others, these small indicative motivating motions, those easily manipulated insecurities, guarded for ourselves in conditioning against the easily influenced tendencies of trauma and easily manipulated masses of collective responses to convince you of anything, and remain correct for centuries without change. they had decided for you, and earnestly work the contrite for more leans in conglomerate that isn’t giving. identification modules humming assemblage parts of being along a line, along the line, adding or subtracting like objects or accessories to bid for humanity from the stickered backs of products.

don’t worry about the standardized personality traits, everybody’s got em’!

via Daily Prompt: Identity


Graphic portal grievance discretion angst: the ways in which we must form a memory, the glances that must automatically give some form of virtue to a system for purchase in merit to the affordance considered likely enough to drear out calamity and regard individualistically. Figure it out for yourself, the rarely seen or hardly ever mentioned, without realizing how far and removed anything must seem, as if these corners or curves will be forever in discovery or the gaps in standards never met will portray themselves against by accidently escaping the negative indicative. Forced involvement for inference or the catastrophic theft of time for space or vices for the dilemma of personification and mythological realities. congruent significances in causation requirements, distortions of varying excitements or portions of distinguishing mediums. Favorable distances for the actual to recall as if the preconception should decide from imaginary the event itself, tried consciousness and bare strengths for suggestions or parts of nothing isolated and ungiving, forget about it. Grievance actualities considerately misconstrued for instructing oneself about the ways to a process needed or imagined as necessary. Considerateness; there’s plenty for regurgitation or peruse and even more for the difficulty in short answers or the ingenuity in some forms of empathetic motions. Guess it, describe a framing against itself in far less distance or constraining another sure guess or that….concept won’t ever meet itself actually, wearies about the significance in rounding about a commonality or obviousness in triviality or another disregarded obscure egoist misconception. Must mean illusion, beg another difference for the discontented, the purposed or disjointed by accidents or removed from by grudges or confidence in disregard that hopes beyond for the sureness to withstand passions and whim. Failures in too much sympathy, that shift to analyzing or the feeling pauses as if the caution about the roundness or the sharpened edges could jar the conferences for thoughts about types for togetherness or containment for enthusiasm that attacks a brand new thought almost immediately. Don’t respond, silence is the strongest message, the loudest reply in timing for a pause that could change the situation instead of just warp the character. At least dare to mean nothing. As if guarding oneself from the continental shifting or magnitudes in disallowance structures targeting pies in the sky or gargantuan misconception or entirely confused censure bonds for repaying the bought tin pans to their specific and compartmentalized proper, the consecrating delays or depressed pridefulness cuts left labeled in places like what’s left for myself. Likeness fears and cagey irreverent formality, and isn’t someone else supposed to work this part out?


elaborate a skill by accidently ending up in the wrong place and the wrong time and meaning it correctly enough to excuse yourself without the usual necessary dilinquence to such situations or, rebalance the courage felt in the distances fathomed for the information that must be of such importance, that must somehow find itself. There are missing lengths to elude to forever, just of itself going about the scales imagined for thoughtfulness or the distances between the weights of felt consolations for solitude to oneself aside the dissonances and before the separations, or between and mistakenly beside for an awkwardness or indicative askance necessary dreadfulness and impertinent grievance for on the spot concentration abilities or variances for the attainability measures against eclectic space. Orders besides those chronologically prescribed bartering against the accuracy allotments for common understandings and bribing a sense of togetherness for landscaping the desecration or desecrating the remapping of valuables readily preserved with diligence or inconvenient graciousness. hide this, reverse the you commonality sense with a forlorn absence of concentrated characterization for a decidable and stoic ‘we’, or decide a different construing severance for the bundling procedures or exemptions deciding the limits for entitlement in a nightmare scheme empirical data machine divergence inhumanity misunderstanding. Maybe everything is backwards, already was upside-down and how should anyone be able to tell a difference for a reality even similar to another, it seems the same but sees entirely differently irregardless of the shift. memorized from one perspective and then entirely forgotten, turned a simple symbol but it already had belonging, already recognized itself as part of another illustration, or thousands and thousands of them. Hinting that there are dimensions beyond us, that could hypnotize beyond our ability or will to escape them, or that have created entire cultures of growth and understanding beyond us. that divest their portraits according to certain predicaments of random path recombining entireties of newness and remaining as entirely unchanged. ((against hypnosis))].<0)).<<0)).<0))

Scarecrows! (paranoia)

Waste a side step telling yourself how to move forward again, asking the same places for the indicative necessary to places that will has never seen, and that decision can make itself without your influence at all. These allowances in movement, in space, there are only certain shapes that can struggle themselves to make sense for moments in the chambers that fit them with structures for certain pressure and vapor. Instinctual dis-care and the inward glaring experienced at the disability to look away; direct yourself, those caged parts start to fight you back. Lashing out according to their own imagination and the fierce they would imagine for someone else; those no bodies that have little to stand or understand beyond our own food. As if we have time to search and wonder for ourselves what actually fits and what the manufacturing gossip and machines would try to relegate. All the same, all this same ol worrisome stress and the pockets that are able to find true wonderment still; all the stillness eats away at itself in timing, pieces missing or damaged get the loudest spectacles and blurriest countenance. Remind yourself how to escape before you’ve ever been met with the obstacle; the attributes of adaptation and the conditioned relief that never finds itself again after the thoughtfulness of others’ direction catches itself up again in strange medium. The narratives claw at the air itself, those directions that have taken people by their wind before; those places that leave you hollow and searched for years on end without courage enough for facing the disability in assumptions. Knowledge apart the empirical ownership of thought, that fullness protects itself in transparency and searching hides beyond the drum lines designed to distract and weapons meant to threaten those without the proper conveniences or contacts for such curiosities. Cautionary ridicule and the reiteration values of each are found each and every time they are met; tell us again, then, what we should need to understand what we are saying. Reminders of falling short or the short-sighted breaking your voice all over the place, leaving the parts missing for their own calculations and blaming you for the significance they imagine for you. A particular slice, with any number of offset paths splattering around it for instances of recombining and anticipation of practice within a medium. Scare-crows to do better for your work but for the main streams that cannot allow certain divergence or find any excuse to remove themselves from the guilt gained in greed and ignorance against origination. Reminded again, these outliers most vulnerable to those reactions and provocation techniques specialized to buy and sell the flesh and bones without their attachments. Just a certain weight of it will do for now, the rest they take in installments of cruelty and disgust for actual humanity and its need to continue. Prescriptions from capital relay themselves parts of participation and scar the traveling lengths against difference; adding forever to the inescapable surrenders imagined for the truly bold and courageous in thought. Justice forgives the truant and is ever removed; the appeal has been eaten up in idolatry. Along getting away from itself in lengths ripped out trailing clouds of splattering partiality and conundrum for combining or contracting substance from. There will still be ways to find privacy, these dark cavernous bodies holding together the pressure we could imagine ourselves beneath for the time to run itself in correct enough motive to collapse whatever concealment motivations and watch their structures realign immediately to more accurate and necessary indicatives. The validity of existence, the parts we are allowed to know about these dark caverns filled with potential grasp or release; the ways in which people are protected from information and the culture of illusion that installs itself instead the withdrawal of instincts, horrible insecurities and false puppeteer lies based on popular delusions and readily believed myth. How many ways have we been hypnotized to believe or disbelieve something based on opinions that have lasted centuries; how much of our information could possibly be correct with so much corresponding degradation and destruction of data happening? What we see beyond perspective is in no way sanctioned by those working against the freedom of information necessary to our comprehension of self. The sense of being stared at, more and more intense fears and trepidation at the sense of being taken from, or mistaken, or covered up. Differentiation of self from others, differentiation of reality from imaginations; differentiation of narrative from other narrative and dilemma. And voice. Moral right for copyright in America is a terrifying joke. Anti-copyright?