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you FACH so loudly

kaput is in the head past abstract and into the actual processing which visually can create displays left slowly fading in the lightness of being used to survive in order to serve life chapter by story as the top flows fluidly into the bottom throes of a loaded cosmic barrel without the notice of more than a few individual visions made to fit the mainstreaming as powerful functional meaning into the solid words we say so casually, i see with the eyes of god in the voice of this man within who is me trying to move so carefully amid these entrapping things that sting and burn and enmesh with reality and my perceptions of what is real, and dealing with askew a dichotomy of phobic intent searching as like a wailing banshee to free the demon quirk afflicting our sights as they meld with the rest of this civil or rather domesticated consensus of people held within a social prison that will not so easily relent on their behalf for the benefit of the doubt… in a descent to our level of thinking so simple a question as to who we are to be as insight-curious as we are Here for but a moment in this timESPace as the aural telepathy affects fortunate gains as that swirling enchanting infected taint defined ‘unwilling change’ by a handful, the need for a few to hold sway over the rest of us like gods on top of mountains a projecting for them to contribute to swooning over their hybridized of diseased decapitating an obtuse form considered tumorous behavior of the radical and impossible to distinguish as a part of this human angle, a trial and tribulation system stationed between worlds that few will ever be able to see while traveling this deep in the cosmos drifting and speaking in languages as paid activity for in the ways by which we choose this nod toward interactive process obscured by our bitter lamentations sometimes working harder still in spite of the angry words, and yet the jobs still going manifesting and flowing as there are real laborious things to be done because of us to formulate this ‘crime in the city’ solution immortalized by the casual abuse of power and corruption of others also a credible few of those bytes within us and our very cells exist Here that resist in order to keep this resisting whether it is negative or not or swarming us externally makes a slight difference to these electric vibrations that at times seem to please us with careless and vapid insightful explanations in humorous objective plight of the parasitic human as egged on by fiery states of compassion now gone…

Thanks, khet.