PENKNIFE

the beast is the unknown, the shadow self, the empty underbelly of life, the unwanted emotions, the supine feminine, the fear, the monsters, the nightmares, the anxieties, the paranoid daydreams, the void, the abyss, the subconscious sickness, the buried horrors, the traumas, the tremors, the illusory world, maya, the devils, the evils, saturn devouring his son, satan and the maligned spirits and unbalanced forces. the beast is what appears when you forget yourself, when your programs kick in and tie you into your addicted and repetitive thoughts and actions of who you think you are, of the laughing self, the hypocritical self, the judgmental self who wants nothing good for yourself, who only wants to drag you back into bland and pathetic existences from where you can be controlled and cultivated and your time made into a flat beam of sluggish and dullness which stretches out into a delirium, a disease of the night, a wasted lifetime, a mere bleeding battery for unknown and sinister receptors…

this is the song,

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