the double You is false

was no mistake seeing you everywhere as moral purpose got lost in this message of the miscommunication for everyone else directed to take some notice as the masks have slipped over and off tainting the talking time used now between polite people in moments cherished as these friends by their fellows and peers from whose delight taken in situations as years turn to decades in choices becoming more comfortable than irresponsible not to provoke but derive as beast frontier to foe in their register of the rearranging meaning changing letter and number seeming to coalesce lessons that calculate the statements of intent to which we all allowed as a herd following, thought sold upon a superior edge even though this part of the dichotomy while not looking down upon anything that has not caught bought one time creating a fancy loathed vivid sectional seating from the moment an adulthood breached on into our idea of humanity with that ravenous thirst to understand us all more out of an insecure sense of curiosity than as a genuine spark of compassion that animates these deeper realities growing to be a supply of generators in power and life force changing little enough that are considered indistinguishable from products as demanded resources to become potential profit, and tamed to consider courtesy as a loss when these same parts harvested from us are to perhaps counter the consequence of gentrified genocide sliced up in smaller pieces so the pie contains each scrap of an us to be shared and amongst restless souls who have no will to eat anything for bending the limits to attain true attitudes of experience making us save relics of those calcified as concrete of head enough to try breaking the molds in a push to shatter the surfaces of this toxic mirror… no weather report or doppler radar to pick up on the common doppelgängers the aspects of us as individuals who we will never meet except in that vague space of dreams to which even that lone figure of death ferries back and forth with all spirits of the damned just as precious as offensive with their overt knowledge trampling like wildebeests any conversation happening to cross their paths opinionated expert in casual tones tossed around with pessimistic glee, because failure is what these prickly critters want to see to further evidence that their points are right or true to even question has this been proven the opposite many times conflicting with established credence to be where things considered with some kind of emotional imperative clashes with what is possibly that common sense attitude among all the banal people who would rather be right than grow up and take responsibility for their actions, but that doesn’t have to mean that all our growth must be stunted to be managed by bureaucrats and sheltered brats and by feral hosts indifferent or unconvinced of in sordid states called ‘opportunists’ of who crawl out from the woodwork raping from our coming resources a little of the benefits that business has reaped in unconditional forward progress processing through us…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on January 8th, 2017 in blogging, dark thoughts, rants & raves, world at large. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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