USA-Chip
POINTS IN A ANALYZED REFLEXION OF HUMAN DE-COMPOSITION
In the middle of a post-modern era between a music that reflects the anxieties and hopes of a modern society at the edge of fulfillment, I heard the sounds that can be already extinct or way so old, but keep alive for the principles of urgent need for money of a record company… so I ended up eating more of the anthropomorphic food that, that system of life wants to drop inside my already fucked up, or, already in a urgent room of the hospital of madness… brain.
But I keep on thinking… still, and my thoughts drive me anywhere I wanna go or they wanna go… when they try to go their own way, I get scare and right away, like any human taught by the system to be afraid of death, I get into a fast pray to my God, the God I think is the God of everybody, but, honestly, that ain’t truth, as much people are in this globe, as much religion we have…
Is hard to get to a point, but the point I have right now is to try to spell out the human de-composition… when I see my mom, walking hardly and hardly walking within and between the house, and same time remembering those glorious days of her life of young when I had the chance to witness her strength and human powers, just to say it in a general way, on what she was up to in the past… I walked a bit between a corridor inside, and when I see my body reflected in the mirror at the end of the corridor, I just stopped on thinking if I am a only purpose of greatness, when my egos inside tries to develop a façade of pretentious on the name of the western civilization…
That same civilization pursuits a desperate film of contradictions in me with a wide body of options, pretending to watch my brain into a world of opportunities, that the manipulators will feel satisfied in accomplish their job… one more brain falling in the wall, as a brick of flesh, my own flesh… so I woke up from my lit night mare and yell into the infinite of the universe, through that invisible window on top of my soul, saying that I got enough of them, that I don’t feel fears no more about death, that I don’t want to run their rock and roll path of credits, don’t need to buy a house in their ways, no need to safe money for washed up children’s brains for a college… don’t want to go to college, don’t want a car… that I got tired of being robbed by the banks, by the land lords, by the multinational phone company or gas company or cell phone company or TV corporation… got sick of going to concerts where I loosed my religion, where I loosed my human skin, where the groupie mentality absorbed me like animal thirst… no, no more of the western civilization, but it doesn’t means that I going to run after another type of civi… no way Jose, enough of human behavior, enough of sociological behaviors, enough of following the ocean of anthropological wasted of my steps followed backwards by ancestral thoughts of same kind… no, I don’t want to fit into any pattern made by human reason… got sick of that pattern, found out that, these patterns are for only one purpose, to destroy my original format, to bring me into the sickness of body and soul… so I quitted that game and I flied… but yeah, sure, he is laughing, I know why you are laughing, cuz you feel very comfy inside the sofa of the numbness, inside the brain of your empty, superficial and dirty thoughts, cuz you feel secure with the aura of violence that the state that protects you have… they feed you violence and lies, and you like eating them or drink them in… its very lovely sweetheart.
VIDEO TO WATCH: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvoKBPX3mVo
Clip in the story inside the brain of the first JESSE JAMES