This I That Is Not © Surazeus 2024 06 03 Through authenticity of the blank word this I that is not wears no perfect mask to hide strange content of the naked soul that writhes in mud as limbless serpent god who eats the agony of thoughtless hope because every author in the world dies. To counter thoughts no one admits they think this I that is not mixes tales from books through woven tissue of miswritten signs by stealing phrases from forgotten myths ransacked from dictionary of false jokes that conceal feelings in passionate lies. To play Silenus on the global stage this I that is not breaks from moral laws contained by stone-hard walls of paradise that melt to butter in black flames of hell which opens gate of honest arrogance so the writing subject may disappear. Through discourse of the social games we play this I that is not questions what is real when words in books reveal the secret code by which the faceless gods of hidden wealth control how we perceive the world of things so zombies worship vampires they admire. Through concept of the workman pair of boots this I that is not studies measured thoughts between latent essence of the inside, manifest appearance of the outside, and signified that alienates the mind from signifier of subatomic light. To erase the individual from faith this I that is not works in factories to build charisma of the mind machine based on romantic values of the heart sold to the highest bidder at the bank who sells it to the transcendental clown. To vote for prophet of the word discourse this I that is not argues for demise of transcendental ego from the world who will return on glorious clouds of fame to resurrect the dead from tales in books while the savior investigates each crime. Through shocking revelation of true love this I that is not dances in the rain while shooting shadows with rifle of rage when their fake messiah is crucified so we drive cars across the bridge of fate to work in glass towers of thought control.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays this I that is not in the language laboratory of conceptual faith.
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