Russell Pascatore / LA

alien genital obsession 5-26

Alien genital obsession arrives in the form of great gods commanding fealty toward the outer forces of control manipulating the internal events in the field of occurences related to how it feels to be subjected to alien forces exceeding our experience of knowing what is going on all around us as we concentrate on continuing to be immersed in the flow of interacting with the demands emerging whence we are forced to participate in a world of external control occupied by judgemental maniacs performing the minimal formal rituals required to open the difference outside the group from the excluded residue we used to be before we had to suffer others becoming ourself for us instead of letting us just do what we want, smoking weed with our girlfriend, trying to figure stuff out and skateboarding with our friends, having fun, listening to music trying to relax for a change instead of having to do whatever everybody tells us to do if we want to seem agreeable for the sake of being accepted by the larger group of judgmental maniacs serving the alien masters outside the limited sphere of our relationship to our basic needs for ordinary animal benefits for nourishing the dark impulses insisting on destructive responses to everyday experiences of loneliness and isolation from the larger dimension of hostile forces of control organizing our loss of being ourselves into a more easily excluded form of thinking there is something wrong with everything we do without trying to do whatever they want for preparing the field of our activity for the arrival of the alien forces outside the horizon of our experience with everybody else who won't leave us alone instead of caring about what happens to us whenever we're just trying to fly out of control instead of being so obsessed with doing whatever everybody else wants whenever we just want to act like this is exactly how we want to seem like we are to other people without trying to be something we are not unless we have to fulfill the basic requirements for sustaining the difference from a devastating loss of being able to sustain ourselves within the isolating fury unleashed by the larger group of judgmental maniancs whenever we are just trying to have a nervous breakdown in the privacy of our own alienation from the reality of mutually-dominating slaves struggling to master the infrequent sources of reassuring control springing from the place of hostile conquest over the productivity of the weaknesses we cultivate as the life inhabiting us since we were taken by our Alien Masters from the finitude of death's isolation from having to deal with those fucking superficial fucked up maniacs on their fucking power trip like they have a constant case of senioritis judging every fucking thing we do mutilating our soul and genitals torturing our bodies for producing the knowledge of pain eclipsing our ordinary obsession with everybody else's opinion slicing open our minds with crystal brain probes and digital emulations of virtual representations concerning the loss of our birth into the life of this relationship with those external representatives from outside the pulsing rhythms of experiencing the forces of control as something we don't want to have to think about right now until all of this is over and we can go back to being happy with realizing that we're lucky enough not to have to be annoying unless we want other people to like us for not making them feel like they suck just because they never put in the effort required for overcoming their natural inclination toward being selfish maniacs trying to get what they want out of life by being true to their internal urges for reaching the end of their miserable separation from the satisfaction of enjoying just the thing we lost in the evolutionary processes of their genetically engineering our soul and genitals to represent the form of God after the displacement of our animal relationship to senseless violence overwhelming our dedication to being a good person since we are hardwired into this external dimension of evil obsessions with ruining it for ourselves so nobody else has the chance to get what they want from our failures to be ourself for anybody else just so that we could get to be where somebody else was when we were with them pretending we did not notice that they thought we were annoying for reminding them that they weren't the only ones here who hated themselves for getting in the way of our trying to be what they wanted because we thought it was the best way to get what we want without actually having to get it since nothing is as dissatisfying as frustrating other people's attempts to prevent us from escaping from our current immersion in the cycle of repetitive insistence on maintaining the passivity of constantly having to put up with the alien violence whenever we want to be able do whatever we want like there is some fucked up superficial power controlling everthing we do and forcing us to succumb to our Alien Masters whenever they want to learn about the hidden secrets of our soul and genitals with their instruments of damaging our organic tissues and altering our genetic information to produce more valuable examples of human biological exploitation of the bodies we keep discovering out there beyond the death isolating us from a meaningful experience of passively suffering under the blades and radiation inhabiting our skin into hieroglyphic responses to explosive molecular conflict parasitizing the cellular organization of the interface responsible for establishing a relationship with the movements at stake in the natural order we have been trying to fulfill since we first started dealing with the fucked up superficial shit that is really going on that our alien masters have been throwing at us for lonely aeons of madness in the howling abyss of spiritual deprivation we have to put up with whenever we want to be ourselves, just relax, and take it easy, stay focused on the stuff that's important and make sense to other people we like, because they're really cool, and aren't all fucked up and superficial for no reason just because they didn't figure out how much it sucks to have to deal with that fucked up shit, like its so fucked-up to just, like, leave us alone for a change, so we can just be isolated by ourself instead of them making us do it them, when it is really we just want everything to be what it was like without having to be there after we were ourself for them to hate with us now that we are no longer simply different from the supernatural conflicts from which we were born.  

alien genital obsession 5-27

Alien genital obsession arrives to remind us of what sets us apart from animalistic impulses toward ordinary movements concerning how natural repetitions circulating through the space interrupting our immersion within the history of suffering the effects of needing to internalize the independent object of your hunger for having the chance to satisfy the experience of realizing there must be something wrong with you if you think that you can have anything you want to ruin for the rest of us just because we did not let you become whatever it was that prevented us from just being ourself and not worry about how we were coming across to you being so obsessed with whatever you think about everything we do because we're so insecure about how we seem whenever we say anything we think is really cool that we try to make sure it comes out in the right way so everybody knows we meant to say something that sounds really cool and that we aren't totally annoying and there's nothing wrong with us and we're fine there's nothing to worry about we're ok everything's fine there's nothing wrong just leave me alone I'm trying to figure out what's going on I want to be by myself and just relax think things over just do whatever I want hang out act cool concentrate on how my feelings are interacting with the outside world and what's it's like to be alienated from how I want to be myself with you so that you can know what I think about the way I am responding to our relationship toward what's going on around us while we try to just stay focused on what it feels like actually to be encountering ourself out here as something we didn't expect to be happening to us before we got ready to have been determined by our decision not to let ourself become something other than the familiar way of organizing our experiences of failing to be what we wanted everyone else to think we should be into a comprehensive totality of attempts to regard ourself as what is wrong with trying to be something you are not just to be ourselves for a change instead of doing what everybody else wants in exchange for the minimal inclusion within the field of getting to forget about the confusing terror of total alienation in the howling abyss of endless madness devouring our resistance to not having to put up with constantly wishing this pain would stop making us want to be dead so we could just die and not have to keep dealing with all this fucked up superficial shit everybody is forcing us to confront if we want to keep doing all their fucking shit for them constantly just performing so much fucking annoying requirements like its our fucking job to do whatever they want all these horrible fucking chores and shit pretending we like them just so we can make them think we're really cool or whatever and other ways of going against the grain of the world that wants us to be so annoying and have everybody hate us for no reason because everybody has to conform and do whatever everybody else wants all the time instead of just going crazy and doing whatever they want being really cool smoking weed hanging out with your girlfriend and talking about how hard it is to be yourself when you have to undergo all these external interferences with whatever it is alone that makes it valuable not to be dead yet even if we have to put up with all these judgmental fucking maniacs trying to make us accept their version of some fucked up reality involving having to do a ton of annoying shit all the time if you want to have access to all the valuable resources they've been accumulating for aeons while the human race labors for the benefit of their like incomprehensible devices or whatever you know transforming the planet into a holographic representation of the external universe as it was before it suffered such an internal exception to its previously inclusive encounter with the parts, for which its classically ordered relationship to the infinitely determined multiplicity of empirical encounters with the fact of an uncontainable excess inhabiting our material reason for trying to enjoy a moment of dispersive joy in the easy winds through the sweet grass while happy gods sing of persistent beginnings, provided natural opportunities for compositional harmony, or mutilating our souls and genitals for producing an independent knowledge of the effects their ancient genetic engineering and radioactive abuse had on our DNA and cellular reponses to the biological strife of the spiritual situation of our social condition disrupting traditional practices responsible for developing a healthy series of systemic defenses for coping with the isolation of having to interact with other people who think that things can really happen as long as you remember you aren't perfect until you start enjoying yourself as if there was something wrong with being unhappy with everyone else being all like what is wrong with you because they can't give you a break they're on such a power trip like they have a constant case of senioritis making them so insensitive to your every whim and desire capriciously insisting on exacting a singular dimension of satisfaction intervening within the field of ordinary circumstances constructing the reality with reference to which everybody judges all the fucked up shit we do to them whenever we are compelled by extraordinary events into the position of a dedicated avatar of radical justice consumed  by the fire of absolute enthusiasm for exceeding everything that is going around us so we have a chance to forget about all the annoying stuff we always have to do whever we want to be ordinary people who can interact with the broader field of judmental maniacs forcing us to pretend they aren't abusing us into acting like we're cool with all the fucked up shit they're doing to us as repayment for the share of being something with which we had the opportunity to participate once we happened to the people we used to think were preventing us from enjoying the chance to disregard what they were trying to make us do so that we could just go crazy and do whatever we want now that we're all by ourself with all this annoying isolation finally after so much confusion about who is who and what is going on and what everything means and how come I'm doing all this stuff or whatever just trying to be really cool and get everybody to like me so I don't have to be so miserable in total isolation with everybody giving me so much shit all the time about everything I do because they won't leave me alone and let me just hang out with my friends and play video games and meet girls and listen to music think about all my heroes and all the fucked up shit that's so annoying about being all responsible and being so grown up or whatever all that stupid shit everybody acts like its so important or whatever being all mature and annoying doing everything right and being all perfect or whatever like just concentrating on important stuff and taking it easy all the time being all like this is what I want to be like I don't care about what other people think and what they do to me because they're just all fucked up and probably think I hate them which is cool and I wonder if they know I think they always hate me and think I'm such a piece of shit but I don't care because we're not even ourself and nobody gives a fuck about anything and we're all just doing all this fucked up superficial shit for our alien masters until something keeps happening for a change when things aren't so awesome for the forces of motherfucking control manipulating everything around them into providing a suitable environment for cultivating hostile forces of control organizing our daily lives into senseless repetitions of ancient rituals for worshipping all these fucked up gods and sacrificing shit to war and being all violent and controlling trying to summon demons and shit paying tribute to the elder gods encountering traumatic violence on articifial altars dedicated to the phantoms inhabiting our horny jealousy and other reactions to being so comfortable with suffering here in the wastelands of a wrecked emotional life blooming in the ruins of the terrifying remains of antique paranoia toward dealing with alien responses to transgressing the limits of knowing what it means to do all the shit we think is how to act now that we're so obsessed with seeming so cool all time without noticing that we can't find an end anymore now that it's already over with being something we could have known was what changed us from somewhere else.

Fuck Superficial Shit #9

Fuck superficial shit because you know ruining everything is more important than everything being ok for everybody else including yourself if you notice there's nothing wrong with considering yourself to be part of the group making you give up your ultimate dream of getting whatever you want from everyone else you imagine thinks you are just who they want to be around until they're so sick of having to listen to themselves complaining about why isn't things different than before now that everything's changed without anything else really happening to how much it sucked to be so miserable all alone and cut off from all the fun stuff you remember you used to imagine happening to you now that you're really hitting your stride and making it in the world whether or not that makes you a bad person doesn't matter because who can keep track when there may as well not even be anyone out there if they are gonna keep doing the same thing despite all the differences we wish would satisfy our longing to just get to finally.