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grandma’s boy band.

the gospel of movies as an industry seemingly unaware of its own capabilities as oracle or conception of predictive elements brought together for the purpose once of entertainment only as this has been it in a potential state for some time now slowly integrating our collective adventures as a culture trained to accept and adapt to this crass extension of humanity through the lens as the scope of trust is left as our burden to understand by right of being born into this place we might call ‘home’ that shifts, surface thoughts seeded deeper than appears real to a superfluous humanity that leaps and bounds around a set of ideals upheld Here as supreme to torture the other residents who are perfectly fine left to their own devices in a partial retreat from the bulk of these fettered layers weighing down heavily upon humanity’s choices at large even up to demanding we give up on our various freedoms in order to feel as though we are so much safer than life generally can be as reality is nitty-gritty, and to leave even a fraction of that at the doorstep to worship in the comfort-cooled zone as a temple of the rationalized holy inside of our heads gutted contains the programmed fiction that we seem keyed to as the patriotic and pestilent vessels sent to dance on bloodied foreign soils until it pops somewhere in-between the ears in making sense or triggering states of digesting the disgust at participating without any real reason to guide and maintain this humanity that says ‘no’ to these threats of violence and aggression manifested out of ignorance and greed… in a for-prophet only consideration of the bottom line telling as lies to the people who will believe them as fact or truth even where none exists as the handsome vultures spit rhetoric to convince you otherwise to give up on any ideas of control or freedom of choice that implies we do not need to be Here to achieve a greatness as gifts from the ether made into these human beings, the cells compiled as an original synthesis building momentum to give birth to this creature as creative as it can be for its time and place in the conceivable universe through trauma and joys as growth and experience combine to allow the life of this material animal to extend through other dimensions imperceptible with regular senses that our substantial organs filtrate before any of it ever reaches our minds to true selves hidden away in heavenly realms somewhere beyond this peculiar existence unique to each of us while down Here in it, but the general law of the jungle bungled up the bundle of nerves and wires that compose this human living we do associated with the trophy of normal now made out as malady by those whose conception of an average forsakes the diversity that humanity naturally implies itself to be while stalking down those unique to be loved instead welded on into the scenery by the torches of the mob mentality in the streets screaming for blood as watershed as a visited mayhem that construes the best from the worst there offered while somehow making pretentious all believers in the people…

Thanks, khet.