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Unsung california dreamin. (Prose Poem) by SupremeDreamer
(An insignificant tribute to Ginsberg, Burroughs, and Kerouac.) I growl beneath my breath when speaking, dictating my turbulent universe and forging dreams marked by disordered euphoria that radiates from methylated neuro-circuits fired up in an emotional explosion of impassioned fury and, far from being sane, this reality remains twisted, introverted and entwined with my vision of savagery, of anarchy as a method of action, independent thought and widespread disrespect for authority-- characteristics inherent in the dismal youth of today-- the dreaded-eclipsed future of America, born and bred in a destitute, poverty-stricken, politically-incorrect, and corrupt US of A where teenaged minds are raised in the night life of techno-raves, as rhapsodic children dancing oddly with eyes consumed by xtc illusions of love, clouded with drunken-fallacious feelings of unity or-- if not that, their pubescent psyche is abandoned, consigned to the noon-time tension of violent urban jungles covered in graffiti symbols advertising vulgar threats that represent scattered bands of unruly delinquents seduced by a plethora of pseudo-sadistic criminal thought, and loyally following their inner devils' wicked persuasions... Welcome in this rising pillar of social decay and rebellion. Say hello to My America; it's polluted and smells of ethical-moral disarray, with a distaste for faith, religion, and therapeutic intervention, swaying in tune to my persistent growl that rouses the frenzied-warlike confrontation. Face the dreary turmoil and dwell in worrisome consideration of what the bleary-approaching horizon will bring, praying that this rogues ill-fated prophesy shant come to fruition, despite my rumbling silhouette that bears witness and causes your pleading lips to stiffen and then resign to a faint-uncontrolled, eerie-trembling moan. Acknowledge what your eyes avoided and listen to my unsung California dream of rebellion and pearly-white puritan skulls whose crumbling bones have fallen prey to macabre subversion, then say nothing-- speak silence, feed your growing pestilence, and reveal nothing of what you've heard here in profane abandon.

Up the ladder: Blessings
Down the ladder: California Bound

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 7640
Posted: July 6, 2004 11:42 PM PDT; Last modified: July 7, 2004 12:46 AM PDT
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[8] ?-Dave_Mysterious-? @ 80.42.101.255 | 7-Jul-04/4:02 AM | Reply
Are you from California? Would you say teen sitcom "California Dreams" was an acurate representation of your life?
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.160.140 > ?-Dave_Mysterious-? | 7-Jul-04/8:31 AM | Reply
Yes, I'm from California. As for that sitcom? Never watched it, and despite that I'm certain it was nothing remotely similiar to an acurate representation of my life.. as if my life could be summed up in a sitcom... pfft.
[8] ?-Dave_Mysterious-? @ 80.42.87.133 > SupremeDreamer | 7-Jul-04/9:55 AM | Reply
[n/a] Don-Quixote @ 204.31.163.59 > ?-Dave_Mysterious-? | 8-Jul-04/7:04 AM | Reply
That show couldn't be more remote from my life:

I'm not in school, haven't been for two years now.
Never have been in a band of any kind.
And being without a band or instrumental talent or the desire for either, any possibility for me to strike a deal with a record company is quite thoroughly gutted.

Oh, and I've never surfed in L.A. with my fellow "dudes and dudettes" or drove around in my daddies beat-down 69' corvette.

Only similarity to be found is dreamin.. two severly polarized and opposed kinds of dreamin that are about as familiar as Peaches and Mayo.

'less you have anything contrary to the above, that joyfully settles it- in either case that is. Good day.
[8] ?-Dave_Mysterious-? @ 80.42.67.89 > Don-Quixote | 8-Jul-04/10:41 AM | Reply
You are clearly not from California at all. I suspect you are actaully from Watford.
[n/a] Y2kSlamPoet @ 204.31.164.254 > ?-Dave_Mysterious-? | 8-Jul-04/12:16 PM | Reply
Born, raised, and currently residing in San Jose, California. But you can believe whatever you wish. Lets say that I'm a hermit huddled in an igloo up in the north pole and eating seal steaks.
[9] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.232.54 | 7-Jul-04/7:31 AM | Reply
I feel so unclean.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.160.140 > Dan garcia-Black | 7-Jul-04/8:32 AM | Reply
Cherish these soiled memories and share them with your childrens children. _EvilGrin_
[n/a] god'swife @ 209.178.158.88 | 7-Jul-04/12:34 PM | Reply
This is ridiculously hard to follow. Your sentences are absurdly lengthy.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.170.8 > god'swife | 7-Jul-04/2:07 PM | Reply
Thats part of my tribute to Allen Ginsberg... you should take a look at his poem "The Charnel Ground". That'll probly give more clarity to the issue.. heh..
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