The Abstract Art Gallery
Broken, confused writer Jack Thomas puts the images in his mind on display in this "Blog." He dives into personal experience and his observations of the world to share his take on morality, childhood trauma, creativity, relationships, sex, politics, religion, violence, reality and more. Using countless formats from narrative driven short stories, to poetry, to song lyrics and philosophical explanations.
Choose to take your own life through suicide and get put in an asylum. The Asylum gets paid to have you.
Choose to not take your own life if the government decides through a draft and get put in prison. The prison gets paid to have you.
Force us to stay alive so we can be used for pharmaceutical propaganda or slave labor.
Read MoreWe wander staring down at each other’s faces in our grips
Polite contact made of plastic
Yet, nature has been webbed and netted
Woven in such a way that its original form is no longer distinguishable
Outraged trees burn oxygen and perspective looks elsewhere
Recycle
...clarity is at the top
It’s relative to be able to pay the cost
Don’t speak and don’t think
Black and Blue don’t know what to do
Both see arms pointing back so they do too
Who’s who
The fucking American dream of standing in lines from 9 to 5
Hoping to die whether a heart attack or car accident, we don’t mind
Fantasizing asylums since it’s no different then what we’re living
Watching the time pass...
...by prison bar streets with weaponized infant car seats. And this all happen last week. The future seems quite bleak.
A 40, a blunt, bitches, a fatherless child. A badged crooked blue suit with a slanted smile, gun to the back of the head of a deadbeat teen, nearly a child.
Black lightning invisible against the dark night. Sky scrapers grin down at the prisons they supervise. High steaks and red eyes, high eyes and red steaks are the prize.
Diminish where the finish line is and listen for the crimes hissing by. Whispers hidden in plain sight pissing on the little guy. Whizzing rounds...
Read MoreStrings dangle tangled in a mess of arms and legs bobbling and jiggling in response to the puppet master
Dolls only think they’re alive, but little do they know their story is controlled by the man behind the curtain
A great pretender lies to the audience and claims entertainment is the reason
Lustful pleasure from the power of control, manipulation of behavior and circumstance
The grand narrative of the underdog rising to the challenge
An audience presents with suspended disbelief and begs for an escape from the mundane nature of reality
The disguise of a tragic story is the most escape from Post-Modern society most will ever encounter
Morbid outrage fills the emotional gap within the jaded viewers
They watch for as long as the shows lasts, for all ends and internal sensation is a rare artifact
Hissy Fit Anger
Recreational Outrage
Zero Solutions
...shut up and stay. On your knees and don’t move, you don’t want to know what happens if you do. What’s in your pocket? A fucking knife? Trying to gamble with your life? Don’t have a wife or someone who cares if you don’t return tonight? Pathetic. Open your mouth and eat this. That’ll teach you a lesson. To walk around these streets with a weapon and threaten civilians. ‘Cause you don’t know no better”
“No. I know my rights and I refuse to do degrading shit to amuse you”
“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m talking to you...
... Solutions lie behind reason. Be less worried about someone understanding your point of view and attempt to understand theirs. Just listen and process. No commenting, no insulting. Don’t say anything. Listen to their explanation. When they’re done, ask a question without inserting new information. Just make it based on what they’ve said. That’s all the reason you need. If it makes sense take it and run, if it doesn’t and they don’t want to hear your reason, well at least you understand you don’t agree with theirs.
But if everyone is busy yelling at each other because emotions who is listening to who? Which side is getting smarter and more informed? Be the bigger person....
Read MoreBefore, they took your weed to keep you on edge and get you to agree to war.
Now, they’re giving it back because you’re too on edge and you don’t let them do what they want.
Mellow down, don’t worry about it. They have your best interest in mind. It’s not like everything they've ever done was meant to benefit them one way or another. This one is to help you.
It’s all good.
You’re paranoid right? Over reacting? Is that what you’re told? It’s your choice and they’re looking the other way. That’s truly what’s going on, right?
Okay.
Weed Dreams
As It Seems
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...through this area in at least a day’s time. I remain on edge today more so than any other day. My gut tells me something is wrong.
My squad has been fortunate enough to avoid crossing paths with enemy forces. Now we’re deep in hostile territory dodging trip wire explosives as we close in on our target and I’ve not yet fired a single round.
As my squad races up the hill through the forest John and Dave slow down having just shy of the hilltop in such an unsettling fashion the hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms stand and an electric shock races down my spine rattling my whole body.
I’m not certain why they’ve halted the way they have and they’re not...
Read More...“What stops Flat Earth from being the cover up lie?” What if Earth is triangular? Or digital? And Flat Earth is to distract from the awareness that round Earth is a lie?
Who is responsible for originating the information any of us believe at any given moment and why do we believe that is true but we’re being lied to about what we don’t believe in? What if it is all a lie and the alternative was made by the same source as the original? Why ever believe something you’ve not proven yourself?
And then I wonder if I’m a victim to these thought patterns. Is my reality also just an illusions put before me to distract from the things I’ve realized are illusions? How much...
Read More...with a gun in hand
While killin’ it
Criminal intent
A last stand
For the black man
Its imminent
And the masses fight
And cry
And hide
And wonder why
Some angry...
The next crook in his seat
Will see to it
Everything he’s done gets erased
The way he wants to do it
And be it as it may
His shit will get erased too
That’s not unique
The shit that they do
...day or night. There’s not a fight, there’s no resistance, and every one eats out of his palm. It’s pathetic and we regret it but we won’t let it show, we’re insistent is doesn’t exist and believe no one knows he deceives us so we go on in denial.
But the madness is ensuing and the things he’s been doing have been pulling sides tight right under his nose and as the story goes that the little people rise despite their small size ‘cause numbers stack quite high and they want him to go so as their numbers grow towers will wobble topple right on top his bank hills killing his inbred bills before we find out he set sail long ago
Before the nukes drop, he’s not beat, that’s too hot, this dude left a bot in his seat, it’s got a huge cock as you see. He’s under the impression this robotic erection is the same as staring at a reflection. Not to mention the round butt cheeks and lipstick under...
Read MoreIt’s difficult to know what to do in these kinds of situations.
Stainless is the steel tip of the berretta pistol I’m holding to the back of his head. Stained conscience stops me from pulling the trigger, but I find myself stuck here.
“Gang activity” is what they’ll label his murder. Another dead black boy lost within the numbers. A meaningless statistic. They won’t even remember his name and all I have to do pull the trigger. But I can’t seem to do it. Can’t seem to kill this nigger...
Read MoreConfused with what to do when they refuse to stand up for truth
Corrupted weak youth aloof from what’s true
They don’t need proof when the media says who’s who
Consumed by their call to righteousness they’ll doom us all with their inactive shit
This offends you?
Well, who the fuck are you?
I decide what I find true the same way you do!
Can’t handle it?
Hand it over if you can’t stand it!
You stand for shit anyway.
You spit crap when your whack mouth flaps in an attempt to reenact the thoughts you thought you had but you didn’t consider that none of that was actual fact because you didn’t have proof and that’s the fact.
Time is wasted when your mouth is open because your words came broken
Thoughts stolen through propaganda for controlling
Stay home with your phone filling up your dumb dome and continue to not know
Eat what your fed by the same people who want you dead
