However hung....
In confident succession, war-path rumbling steps of The March, the chants and moans of an Army lead by empty desire, later misclassified as Pure Passion in the cleanup.-alas it does not matter the time, era nor phenotype
En Science- IT is the fire of intelligence and how it's used in a seeming rational scope
Without IT there is no sense-pleasure, a ratio of reason IE degree. It makes a steak taste good.
It cares not whether it's host's appendages are fingers, feelers or lightening strikes. IT will make the way.
IT is a religion, perhaps the first religion.
The bigger fish consumes the smaller, but not every time. Alchemy and wit are thus now intertwined (can be).
The "other side" leaves when you pray, taking all of "it's" shiny coins with IT, to The Other Side.
Good is only it's counter (measure), God inacted as the limit.
'There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy' -W.S.
Perpetually it thrives, as it used to root for it's successor to prevail above IT, so many eons ago. But the people choose to Prey, and the Wild Things too (many found within).-Archaic
It cares not of the cost nor the intellectual vestment, it is there to ignite.
The throaty saliva gets thick. The eyes see red. There is no economy with inhilation. Pain is a reminder...'More!'.
Maybe it starts out with a hunger, as the ghrelin sets in? An ethereal alchemy, the human prompt (a strange familiarity) from the smell of battle-field charred flesh and the unexpected facial splatter of "a pure one" quickly and brutally taken long before their time? Who knows what sets it off or where, and more so how to stop "it", until it capriciously leaves it's host one day. The Host shall most likely mourn and ache for the Demon to return.
Definitely a signature prompt found encoded, incrypted no less, there as a mimetic. Tied to the greater phenomenon, an outcome and a world, the Phantom of Pulsa Denura controls the endocrine response; the Beast.
...And perhaps "it" isn't needed in the Genius OR perhaps it is genius, by some, to rely upon?
As the amygdala short-cuts to the answer, as long as this world shall prevail, you can be it's host! It has been here undeniably as PAN'S first words; groans of struggle, death and rebirth. Caught trapped within that womb of electomagnetic spin circumducting. -The Cycle
Is IT not in Action somewhere, everywhere, all-the-time!?
Men look for it (Psycho-Drive) in one another; the Police of Militia do too. It is Military Duty. -Gas Lighting and Stockholm Syndrome (PTSD is indoctrination; scientific proof successive alchemy toward event through algorithmic undulation=system, dogma and the science).
Each Taken, through the Great Mouse Utopia.
The [Moving] Water Project
An impact force as to imprint a persona for reimbodiment? -The Mason
Primortial wanten desire; to sadistically rule over another in a moment's time. Now perhaps prompting the Adrenals. The Brothers Black in degree exhibited; a code When this 'Psycho-Drive' [coined; as said to me by a man on the streets, if I can interview I will most definitely]
"It" is the 'IT Factor' searched for in all occupations.
For Short; "PSYD"/"the side"
Colloquial; The Other Side~Flipside
This, bringing out a superhuman drive as to reach past or beyond the human bodies physical limits. As to mix more testosterone or estrogen, the pharomone taste-of-smell.
Also:
-A Zone
-A Religion
-A Definate Unabated Way Through.
It has its place in The Heavens. Housed within all forms of being and becoming.
It is the Garden of Eden [prior to admonishment, then governing regulations of IT]; "'A'" place between Heaven and Hell, but leans heavily to the latter and The Spiritual Left Hand Path. Monad is assumed impartial?-
It is Rage
It fuels Revenge
Without IT there would be no War, no Birth? ...
yet no desire for structure; Rule of/by (this) Force-
However-
The Neocortex bends to The Other Side's will, in utilitarian order. Thus the assembly-line en technology be no different than a Meat Packing Plant. -Produce or be consumed!
A Limbic Treatise made.
IT is 'Might makes right!' and 'The End justifies the means!'.
Ultimate Conditioning! Is the End when IT says so?
It doesn't care if it's right, bypassing Principles and fueled by Antiprinciple, as to carry forth the lineage of Kane.
Some are better at keeping it smouldering within, a calm fasade without; that inner-tiger. Could be more serotonin or dopamine but not to drown out the primal call.
Others can get away with Polemic witty jabs, jousts and outright stabs whilst utilizing the copper toung of war. A sugar spike to the brain, insulin rush (Pancreas) as to place cover over the spirit of deception; giving a way (through). However always as to employ a conjuring of the popular vote, a sway.
A definate assassination of all those in opposition to the self-willed-ego, as to be fed with praise, always and forever?!
It knows not Love, only desire. The burning of the pyre in fire.
The Howl-
A cymatic ringing!
Oscillating and morphing!
Hiding in the trough~
Perhaps it is a vampirism of Soul Force energy, an assultive archaic craft, an ancient art of war? The Thyroid keeps the allusion of perfect tempo. Like drum beats, the endocrine organs and thus receptors as conduits do bidding. While there is no bounds nor demographic that may conjure the force. A balance of cruelty, and a meshing to the individual persona as to enlay and drape over; as if a war mask with intoxicating powers.
As to bring out internal as well as external latent powers. Each user in combinant as to bring out a far different paradigm to this Savage and Alien but all too familiar drive, a charished possession. Not unlike a ring, the Ring of Saturn ...predating benevolence, it is the Art of War.
Rape and plunder are only words used to deny IT in aftermath, it's wake it's melingering presence, a stench.-Stockholm Syndrome
However it takes the final prize as it's own, as it shrinks back to rest into the shadows. Perhaps to wait, and feel and feed; the pulse of jaded misconception or perhaps trotting gadabout a blinded youth. For a moment you shall be the revelation and for a time, Your Truth.
Some however resist her, and also resist Him. Released from gender the True Sage can imagine first fully the total cost, and see the many ignorently rushed; bloody red stained beaches, battles faught in honor of far lesser gods. Perhaps however he has outsmarted the brute and takes souls for his own, as to move faster with the mind (force)? Or maybe the Thyroid has your true voice housed within its true nature, muting you whenever Purity ever so politely first asks to speak?
There is then "The Other Side!"
It is found in the Sex, IT makes the sexes what they are. In a moment plans change to primal order '''you will do this NOW!".-Thelema
Just perhaps to see it is all but a Spiritual Movement, however the Master rules The Will.
There must be a Puppet Master, who quite possibly through the pathos of this Satanic high pitched pentagonal ringing(!) dogmatically, in system is suspended by proxy as immortal; a Poltergeist Solution.
Things taste better without consequence, and even better when one enjoys the death and rebirth. Everything can then be food, on some dimensional scale to the Omnipresent Observer.
There are also Great Actors, Jesters, Comics, Tricksters and Seducers...which pray tell are you then Governed by and through?
Only residue remains
The esthetic of stain,
Art?
...but no less Carbon-Death
~O~
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