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joe’s load is not evil and darkness… born under punches drunk crosseyed and painless with as stiff a drink of the power as cannot initially be in tolerance when then antes pushed staying upped each return to the chalice becomes a greater need that tries surviving this life which decides to cut us all off before a head swells to some gods awful size move in what sizing up the competition being wrongly inferior as we still can have much to contribute not that equally while firmly in this world the armed teeth biting hard against the grains of salt lick poured into your raw wounds as much as mine blood of deer harvested are honey-fresh from the hive mind as group source to enlightenment of a fundamental key to that wizardry of mass populations production grossly assumed to be an end result, to feel a pressure as it dances with the considerable capability to always becoming seductive under any of substantial number of circumstances that unfold naturally as the flowers and stories so too as the minds and lives of people corrupted individually the suffering and vibrant that some colluded together adequately enough to be made difficult to resist easily the pull from this gravity well drawing us shadowy against their background as the heavenly force of the Son exerting the heat and varying waves of enlightenment upon the earth we inhabitualize to seem this serene setting in which to raise and birth more humans as scumeny to become residual once the drives to adapt and thrive have finally succumb to these domesticated death urges comes throes of passion burning itself out, and in the consensual psyches a gift of insight is just as powerful to one as taught of control if not a much more credible one with insight also called for empathy or the message could get misunderstood in creating likely the most negative reactions as further engagement changes understanding sometimes not any offers comfortable enough to be loose interpretation of Other to an agreeable extent that perhaps there evolves some kinds of friendship letting set sail trying not to be sold as a commodity by betrayal at that most inopportune of time if when bad karma might tend to stick once struck… so that goes for what media moguls cannot always right the divine means to corrected human behavior opened to acknowledging acceptable their own view on life, and crying its aspects retrospectively especially with a rabid misinterpretation of the material, whenever translations are given to abort the divorce between real and the dream explaining wronged parties appeasing gods unknowable to any thing other than human hands feeling out the estranged unblinking thoughts as they perceive this outside world as an average citizen ragged ann or andy soaked in blood and sweat tearyeyed in the recycling of energies as when the shifting sands time produces asphixiated any breath of life that perhaps have given hope up until this moment the most fucking systemic infested investment that could have ever undermined those asking real questions of accountability after the factual replay becomes a muddled mess attempted to be utilized as a mechanism of discovery becoming any obvious objectively motivated witness using inadequate symbolism and signs of the times to define a whole continuum of relationships as much their vectors of any attacks perpetrated and relayed further leading others to be possible victims stigmatized for the unrelenting savagery opportunistically exposed as though this act were a required stimulus packed against a single mind so explosive as gunfire point blank slate and blood red on grey tabula rasa by professionals swift into the silence releasing those lost souls out toward life…

Thanks, khet.