Punch Kids

The ideas can only be expressed in an essence that is not easily
discernible to a casual interpreter

the pathway is heralded by arctic trumpets, the angels don’t even pay
attention when its coming through, there to busy dealing with their
own temporal dysfunctions

this realization cannot be hand fed, force fed or spooned dry for
anyone to pay notice to as its notice HAS BEEN SERVED. It was handed
down millennia ago but you turned a blind eye to its plight, but it is
accountable and it’s counting upwards to a time you will never reach
unless you started 3 weeks ago. Good fucking luck.

The electric prosecution is a new wave of transmission that has
enabled a faster dissection of all the fundamental aspects of your
abyss. it cannot help you and you cannot help yourself until this gate
it passed. but there’s no way in , no key , no door , no fucking clue ,
the gat doesn’t even exist , its merely a construct to warn the ill
equipped to give up now , your abyss will catch up with you later

you subliminal subconscious is the bastard child rearing bitch of your
inner dialog your monologue your unquestionable logic . Well guess
what. You’ve been killing it from day fucking one. You were feeding
it inappropriate audio waves. And the light was all bulldozed this has
resulted in that warped defect you think is a sense of fucking humour?
is this funny ? you wouldn’t have the faintest idea because there is
no laugh track , no guide , no how to , no instructions

i will warn you about the gross ramifications of misrepresenting this
faction , it will result in you being stripped of all privileges , you
privileged to jump across a concrete pond and swim in a puddle of anti
bio organisms, if you get the chance you’ll take it , cash it in and
redeem your coupon for a free shot at taking that seventeenth step
into a wasteland that you are oblivious to but scared frightened of,
not even your instincts can warn you , they are waiting for you when
you get there

the light tunnel into your mind is an express ticket into the retarded
pit that you won’t let anyone clean because you like it just the way
you fucking left it . This will stagnate you. And you will turn into
one of these graveyard escapes you hear stumbling behind you, gasping
for air, but you keep it air tight. Good, leave it like that and
you will be cooked.

equals no exceptions to the alternate real debacles you try and feed
yourself to divert yourself from the real escapade that is consuming
you and you should be controlling , but it’s been out of hand for so
long that you forgot how to fucking steer.

Its path is predetermined and guided along a coated glazed side rail
permanent fixture.
There is no altering the outcome because all outcomes have been
preselected and attached to
the rail you’re swinging on until you reach the end. The end of what may be.

Your goals have been set for you, and they have been designed to
entrap you in a
conglomerated twisting glacial web of corruption and conformity. All
you exits have been
destroyed, bulldozed over while you were busy trying to pick the
biggest card from a deck
that hasn’t even been shuffled.

The unquestionable truth is held in a cup on a mountain that’s an
eternity high and
infinitely steep. heres some acid and some optical illusions, if ya
stare hard enough you
might meet the rabbit behind the bush who knows the directions.

The infrastructure is already in place to see you fall into a pit of
ultra denial, super
humiliation and hyper stupidity. Too bad you can’t see through this
glass mirror without
squinting your eyes so hard that they clamp shut and you fumble around
in your own darkness
searching for that vice grip that just might be able to pry them open again.

your self funded magazine how to guide pull out daily script can be
replicated by a lack of
will and a misguided urge to defecate upon an exterior cranial cavity
so you can learn via
osmosis. Your surrounded by a clone of your previous surrounding,
that was also a clone,
the original has long since been regurgitated and recycled back into
your putrid river so
many times that it is now consumed by the very people you once loved
and despised. Except
this time there pissed off.

Strife will be inflicted upon other by your mental inanities, lost
along time ago facility’s which were once capable of adeptly
delivering the misguided arrows that were fired from a bow. You pulled
back to hard and it broke into three pieces of mercury sulphur and
salt.
The clock is ticking whilst you try to furiously re assemble, patch up
, fix up & make up so that it is again operational then can given the
instructions on how to do it all over again so its functional.

Trading on your ability to confuse in order to manipulate control and
regulate the outcome of any physical bio entity encounter by utilizing
low light mind melding structural crushing deficiencies housed within
the counterparts perception of the occurring events to be processed
well after the time of interference and magic has taken place. Only by
focusing, focus on the event , focus on the time, focus on the
question and upmost and foremost focus on your answers for they are an
insight into what the other half is seeking to extract , take and
never give back to you chipped off burning green flame.

A microscopic crevice crack is glacially creeping between the fabric
that whimsically stitches the patchwork rug of your soul together
inter network.
Exiting will be an instantaneous microsecond ultimately exiled to
infinity ticket on the mobius strip the patchwork framework is not
even a distant memory , all your memory’s got up and left cause they
were sick of putting up with your deficiency’s , now superficial, for
all ancestors to see and bear witness to , judge upon advise upon and
realize upon.
Make no mistake; take a ticket for a later date.
Make no mistake; take a ticket for a later date.

The naming convention was established in order to dispense and
disperse order and stamp out the lustful naivety that inebriates us
all in the most pure form of confrontation. Separating this essence
from the source by means of declaration, categorization and reduction
of the once was, now is not.
Your did this seventeen thousand times daily, without even breaking a
heartbeat to contemplate your ideal latte cup cake face fuck
consequences.
as systematic in its process as it is in its effect.
Reduction of the superior to the inferior
Reduction of the superior to the inferior

complete and utter annihilation and depredation of your cognitive
capabilities. Long drawn out slowly inhale the pass phrase, secret
handshake supreme arithmetic the whole time the doors been locked you
had the key. The un ambiguous wormhole portal jump start kick start
never finish mental pull apart grey matter meltdown crucible to pure
the definition of cure. Uncomprehending time distortion brain
contortion galactic revelations presented on a flip pad so fast that
the diagrams blast past.

The foggy mental brain swill is stripped away, ripped away torn away
torn down till your perception is merged with truth reality and beauty
all crystal clear no longer confined between your two ears. The dull
thud is replaced with a precise crisp internalization without borders
following the universal orders at the control helm to your stream of
thought, stream of conscience stream of infinite pleasure. As we
were before and you will become again in the end,a knoing comfort to
shield you through the black tunnel vision the precedes you and is
sure to leave a trail long after you have re entered your original
enigma.

Stretch out repetition of ulterior forces broadening the boundary of a
similar style, the movement calculated and caring, responding to a
request from the ancients and delivery an action to the congregation,
utter lack of intimidation moves explored through an eternal
trepidation supplied with a psychedelic mental stimulation.

What’s grown from the ground in outer space it can be found, alien
matter, alien plants , before the time when we crawled on all fours
its travelled untold galaxy’s as alien spores. Giving our ancestors the
purest cognition its descendants will continue to enlighten, for the
wrong souls frighten. It is under hype up under tensed up and will
drag you into its overwhelming forces with its mile deep undercurrent.

The glue that holds your precious short term memory observations
together has started to dry up crack up and shrivel up leaving. The
floodgates to these memoirs of peculiarities has opened and is pouring
forth like a seasonal downpour in the tropics of a rusted beat up out
house behind the railway shack. This downpour gives growth to the
withered flowers of your sense of identity sense of style and sense of
you.
You cannot even finish a goddamn sentence you’re so left behind the
crowd on this race that they are thinking of starting again , to give
you a head start , behind the finish line and you have to run
backwards just to come first. Too bad it’s still last place.

All the intersections you have dissected in your physical encounters
with similar entities have yielded the same questions in plentiful
abundance. What, where who, fuck you .rushing past you at a speed
you can’t comprehend with no end in sight, a constant barrage and
cavalcade if the absurd bringing light upon you ignorant Armageddon.
The luck starts when you are able to retain any of these experiences
for future processing when your capabilities have increased to a level
that you might be able to discern a form of creative separation
between what was real and what you thought was real .
Don t even begin to try and comprehend or understand these events and
occurrences, you couldn’t realize outcomes if angels sung it to you in
verses.

Hyperbole related hyper stimulation is unknown, untried and untested
in your mission critical action plan device. Too hepped up on pep
pills of false self discovery, too blinded by showbills of fake
spirituality, too numb to notice your false sense of security, the
knowledge of science has thought to escape, beaten you , slipped past
you , while you resign yourself to a position of belief’s before
thinking, conclusions before evidence , offering yourself a minor
blanket of repentance.

Blatant karmic retributions are not destined to occur from the cycle
of inaction wrought down upon an unknowing traveller in response to an
episodic tale that stretches for millennia but just recently culminated
in a climax of trepidation and uncertainty. The reasons why this
really happened are known to you , they can be analysed and evenly
distributed so there make up mark down cut price corporate buy out
behaviour can be examined , scrutinized and overtly placed under the
microscope to give you the real definition of togetherness. But you
choose to ignore this cause it makes your life easier, far easier to
walk and talk and easier to get on with the meaningless shit and
drivel you force your space to inhabit and occupy, time is not too
pleased with this, as your fucking wasting it. As revenge its started
the clock ticking, until you wise up and shut the fuck up , cause
someone’s going to take you out sooner or later and you won’t even
noticed till your flying past the outer limits, outer reaches , and
outermost parts of your mind , and our galaxy.

Your harmonic dispositions are regrettably inclined towards the
visceral pulsating audible vibrations of a thousand rotting foetus’s
crying for their four dead mothers. That’s earth, wind, fire & water.

I’ve travelled through the cloudy and rabid anaemic thought pirate
infested seas that flow between the widening cracks and crevices of
my unlimited perception waves. What i should or shouldn’t have known
was not present at the brief before this expedition this became
irrelevant by the time i reached the destination as i had already been
stripped of any notions i once thought to be correct. All that was
left was the charred out soppy soaked sea faring blood vessel that
imploded in on itself leaving only shattered remnants which formed
into a container that houses a chalice that is trying to break free.

I walked ten thousand three hundred and sixty five steps to retrace a
path that was as well worn, beaten down cleared out as it was
imaginary. After i stopped walking my footprints had excavated a deep
valley snaked by rapids and trench mocking the puzzles and questions
that lead to their original creation. The answers it seemed, was in
the plasma residue that had succumbed to each footstep but had all but
dried up by them time of scrutinizing antagonistic and the realization
that it would all disappear as soon as my back was turned, leaving me
to stare at it for a further thousand years before boredom set in and
carving a new path enlightenment was a more lucrative suggestion.

I silently practice reciting my alphabet as the one eyed vigilantes
that patrol this border erect a fence that is failing to cover a
millionth of the required territory to guard safely. Instead they
spend the length of the walk requesting to be seen by the delights of
others to take a flight upon their fancy of whichever they choose
whoever they may be and whoever they decide not to please or appease
but reap down a vengeful force for taking their opinions with a grain
of salt.

Travelling at my ultimate velocity i ramble forth and froth next to a
steam heaping water serving thought dispensing stockpile of
imagination separatists .teeming with strokes to rp you apart and
terminate you exit strategy they plot and canine to desecrate upon the
very symbols which you hold as a beacon to direct and warn oncoming
visitors of the psycho lucid trans dimensional battle that is about to
take place just above their frontal lobe.

Get with it ,i would give you a clue but it would be the first time
you ever had one, your brain is numb to new ideas , your thoughts are
all rehashed, reheated rehearsed and you’ve resolved to remain
indifferent and stick to your fucked up course for better or worse.
Well its tide time that you buckle up, accept the charges and realize
that YOU are the fucking problem.
There was no conspiracy, there was no pre planning , there was no
involvement of any exterior forces other than the ones you disturbed
yourself, why did you disturb them , what was your goal what was the
end to your means , they are more powerful than you and have to exert
only a millionth of their force to overpower you in a way that you
cannot even begin to fathom , once you tried fathoming it and all you
ended up with was 14 sheets of paper and an incorrect math equation on
every single piece. Yeah im peaceful , but the only peace you ever get
is the to hear the bumping and grinding sound your skull makes as it
is grinding into the coffin you built for yourself , well you better
make to as your determined to take someone with you , but it aint
fucking gonna be me.

Enough can never be enough for as soon as you set limits on your
dreary monotone existence you begin to be sucked into the sludgy
vacuous scum pond that those limits have created. This is not a
playful jest or barb, you life will be controlled and overseen by
these sanctions, eaves dropping, letter dropping, wire dropping
phone dropping name drops while your friends drop off and out and get
left behind in the mass hysteria of over calculating criminals in
their escapade escape pods waiting for the right moment to hit eject
and send you and your sense hope into an orbit that only they control
, command, conquer, conclude.

You have been lining up for centuries waiting you time to plummet into
your final abyss

the message that you resonate is entirely clear and the purpose of you
spout could never conceivably instil fear because it is weak minded
weak souled and ill spirited. It is the Frankenstein Hyde that was
never properly completed, never functional, never operational,
dragged around behind you like some type of disease infected mutant
caboose shadow waiting to swallow you whole. You cannot creep , be
silent or ever fall asleep as the creaking and hinging sound of the
screeching axis is tearing up the ground behind you , leaving a trail
that no one thinks about other that to rapidly dismiss and allude to
the unkempt connotations that it vaguely refers to .

The pieced out fungal re sold re packaged re hyped repetition will
offer you no repentance. You’ve seen it all before and you brought it
all before. It is a cycle that is repeating itself and you are
falling for it watch and every time the graphs are wrong the figures
are fake and the facts are all lies. But what you end up having to
give up is real, realer than any element of falseness that they are
willing to project upon you to keep you docile , sterile and non
hostile.

Battle lines drawn within a continuum of a portal between my
aggression and your persistent lack of imagination and nonexistent
ability to hold information. These elements cause friction by their
inseparable un compromising and ignorant obsession causing muscular
reflex impulse knowledge rejection.
Why , should , how come, answers being asked of you on a daily basis
causing daily crisis onslaught siege bombardment of initial ideas
reduced to psy lateral meltdown with a scorched earth policy.