The heaviness creeps steadily upon me. I can feel it sneaking up, lurking delicate and desperately around the corner. I can hide from it most of the time, but sometimes the heaviness can be hard to out maneuver. It gives me a lot of practice, especially when it comes to not being noticed. Sometimes, I do not even notice myself. A camouflaged lifetime, underneath the blanket of solitary un-confinement. It is an old parlor trick I perform when I meet strangers for the first time. The last time. No time like now to hide from the onslaught of dysfunctional characteristics, which I see in myself, that no one else knows about. It is my secret, a conversation between me and myself. A lost art form, detrimental to the mentally and emotionally challenged. I’ll think about it. All of it. None of it, all at once. I know the rest of the story, as my dreams keep reminding me of it. A constant reminder of how a lifetime can and will sneak away from you when you are not looking. It is an uplifting circumstance to the melody of your contorted thoughts. A lifetime of music no one else will ever hear, except for you.
Author: ggkalfas
“Everything Is Sneaky In Sneakyville” The Voodoo Industrial Komplex

Song: Everything Is Sneaky In Sneakyville
Artist: The Voodoo Industrial Komplex
Copyright © 2019 The Voodoo Industrial Komplex/ G.G. Kalfas
Fluctuating Fluxes
Candor? Insignificance? Insight to who you really are? Nothing could be further from the truth. Bring about what you fear, in order to celebrate its defeat. This is the only way it can be for you now. Why would you expect anything different? Allow it to be itself from within. When you try to control a species, or an object from within, you are only creating strife and confusion for yourself. Allow the circumstance to grow freely from within, and watch to see what it will bloom into. This is how you will know the true nature of what it is. How else would you expect it to be? Control is over rated and demeaning, it lacks an artistic finesse. The true hand of the creator does not need to control or guide growth. The creation has been created with an internal instinct; an internal knowing of the path, and the direction in which it is destined for. Candor and insignificance, is what control has within itself. This is what those who decide to control end up as. There is no space, and no room for them in here; as they still have much to learn about themselves. They are insignificant complainers, who no one cares for. It is necessary for these types of people to die within their mother’s womb, along with the mother. She should not be allowed to breed these types of waste anymore. The world is polluted enough with controlling, virtue-less hacks who claim superiority. When will it be enough? How many people need to be born into a world, which will suffocate them at the first opportunity it gets? It is now time to be born onto yourself, to be free from control; as any type of control is lethal. The people born into this world are already lethal enough, why are we still adding to it? The world is a dangerous place, simply because the people within it are dangerous. They are all controlled by the hands and words of their parents, teachers, friends, religions, governments, and employers. They are all controlled into a life they did not choose for themselves. We are all born into a jailed life, within the fragmented and failed circumstances of a barbaric, mundane society, which will never allow anyone to grow and prosper internally. When you feel lost within your life, when you realize it has no purpose or meaning, when every day is the same day relived over and over again; this is how you will know you have been controlled into a small dark corner of existence. It was all designed this way, one by one, on purpose, just for you, for all of us.
Manifesto of Solitude
“Hands on People” The Voodoo Industrial Komplex

Song: Hands on People
Artist: The Voodoo Industrial Komplex
copyright © 2019 The Voodoo Industrial Komplex/ G.G. Kalfas
A Murderous Disguise
The external type of murder will always visit us wearing a disguise. This disguise can be in the form of pain, agony, regret, mental and physical abuse, torture, indecisiveness, unfulfilled dreams, and anguish, just to name a few. These disguises are always foreboding, and never-ending. There are countless avenues in which this murder can, and eventually will reach out to you; touching and feeling you in the most intrusive manner. Never forget the murder which comes into your life, was undoubtedly invited by you. Anything which may cause you any type of pain in your life, can be relieved by focusing on it. This pain, is the catalyst needed to correct the situation, and to alleviate the pain immediately. I understand there may be some very specific situations within your life, which may not allow for you to undertake in this action, at this specific point in time. As long as there is action being taken within your life to remedy this tormenting influx, you will eventually have the ability to bypass this murderous disguise.
