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Twenty Thirteen

welcome to the first thirteenth year of the 2000s where shit will reach a setting of the seriously swirling whirlpool spin willing the calm at the eye of this storm all the more surreal to take in, as the ruler ship flying about the cosmos around the very heads a constant constellation thick through the lies that defile the human’s path threaded as though it were natural to screw us all into position just above the surface of the bored that was put into place Here just before any of those in recent groups of us arrived on this sour plane of sighs, and soulless left to rot echoing the sentiment of parasites in the middle of a sea of suicidal tendencies on the rise of this shifting ebb and flow of tide as the wave pitch bends from the soft shore of the human ear as a receptive tissue quiet but questionably listening for the sharps and flats beyond the white noise that thunders dissonant surrounding everything else but those thoughts our filters allow to pass and thus translate into those movements we have made in the past as they resonate into our future… will the blessings of these resolutions mocked and made to sway the fates still sitting comfortably upon our shoulders and face as we shape up the universal energy river as cosmic faith, a swirling locomotion provocatively sluicing through either the landscapes cold and slush-bound with ice and freezing temperatures breaking down an economy of movement inherent with the passing pressures in release by tense forces of nature always at work, but as the loosened waves stirred by the warmth and relative pleasantness of a summer or spring time season is just as likely a stirring side seen by the eyes of living beings motivated into moving around on the surface of this odd something we were born onto without a prior primal intellect to tell us what to do… scrambling by with the strangest of luck at our side kicking against the pricks with the low vocal range of berry white in the sweet stink of surprise as those inner eyes start to open the waking mind alive, so it is Here that we describe these devised by life kinds of entertaining microcosms to the forefront of an epic story of struggle and the general collective purpose inscribed on the cave walls of the ancient mind, and it is Here that we shall reveal our truth to the new world view which shall inherit and inform the rest of us as the time like air wears thin as we discover a terrain inside our hearts that has remained untouched since the days we first knew to become this way… as some subjective thing from within that screams for everything to be somehow all the same all day every day in order to keep an idea of control intact as attacked by the smacking hands and fists that strike out from the dark recesses to shun and reject, the delight of the strangest company can never be reconciled if the patron is left without the slightest pieces needed in these compassionate puzzles to be built as bridge between the odd forces whirling inside people from scratch, but as tooth and nail the natural law with fang and claw the primal call the weave of innocent barriers like walls grown to certainty of their places between us as though so intent on the roles as rules of authority dividing us this deep even further into the illusion… we follow a natural set of motions subliminally as the environment so moves without our approval ratings made so therefore we transfer that energy flow better spent communing with nature to desecration of a sacred surface realm to which we have been delivered as people, and so abuse is innate and tied to our lust for more and more power to be lived out by the generations as well as the continuous folds of civilization as it ever-evolves into more than some static score keeper of the ages, an inherited egocentricity that drives the curious of the beasts forward beyond perceived oblivion at the doorstep on into the enlightened laws of exception that create our heroes and iconoclasts tearing loose from the concrete that many of the so-called objective thinkers put between their focus and perceptions as walls as witnesses to some great absolute truth… many of the greatest truths we are ever so truly able to discover relevant in ourselves to the present sphere of time requiring that the animal of humanity acquire compassion to directly access timeless ingenuity needed for survival and much more that only the future will allow to occur, subsumed sublime and blind to the never-ending ride that swivels back to reconstitute this humanity again into yet another conscious entity that takes its shape directly from an ancient gallery open to archetypes and symbols correlative to the living world, but escape is not wholly impossible for the phantoms of this reality that decide to stick around and see what it is that happens after the world is finished in moving as a constant… perhaps looking for something to anchor us in a imposed trust in historic truths that were impressed upon us as youth with higher authority written into the works by some greater being than ourselves, as the so-called adults in this world as we all grow-up physically which seems to imply in this culture that it is all the rite of passage one needs for growth to be proper, but the terms always vary from source to source as mannerisms change and the people speaking change as well…