mostly ivy

 brain in a jar scooped it out like jelly bean ice cream pop and snap and crack and lock me to the radiator metal rusted chains and checkered black and white floors butterflies in the eyes and rosy cheeks and you thought innocence was lost but it never existed solitary critic lonely raven on a marble bust looking lost in mazes meant for mouses and rats chased by cats and traps and get thrown to all kinds of royal feline swarms and hordes that tear apart your sanity like anxiety riled up from inside a cage that was built with your own two hands now your inside the box but you can think outside it the box is a material physical construct of your four dimensional holographic thinking and just because you can't penetrate it in a literal fashion doesnt mean it cant be dismantled and broken and splayed the wheels and sands of time confined constrained meditated and solid grasp into a diamond of perception crystal gazing weathering whatever weather storms of course lightning and thunder from zeus' hands like living the mythology and herculean strength necessities a need to push boulders and move mountains that were moleholes built up by discourse and of course the dribbling nonsense from the mouths of so called prophets that got bigger sacks in their pockets for every word you offer in praise to some false deity whose true name was forgotten a long time ago when the twelve sons split jerusalem and even before the pyramids lost their architects and lost islands became thought of as atlantis but now everybody wants to acts like the demiurge is the only source and of course thats a fucking lie you dope why do you believe things just because theyre repeated dont you know history is delineated in such a fashion that its not always the victors writing the pieces, more as such, its whoever is manipulating their hand with their touch, the little spies and devils on the shoulders of kings and queens and councils of bishops turned to presidents and secretaries of full ass nations that never agreed to be a part of this shit despite the animosity and shit boiling the votes pour in and nobody who won it we all act stunned like it wasnt decided by three or five other guys sitting in backrooms flipping paychecks for the military industrial is not complex enough of a term to describe these three eyed fork tongued sons of guns that determine the fate of everyone on the planet with the fingers in every single serving you ate up but you cant taste it its all an illusion reality is all consuming all confusing and thats how you are still here despite knowing you should move on and just get gone the reality is we are all trapped in this place free choice isnt real so do what you will