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i am hostile at the way i seem to be shaken by my own discrimination that i can even find a reason to complain amidst all this unselfishness that acts as a counterweight to the failed systems housed in this culture of a dysfunctional conveyor belt functionality as it builds moving the vile opportunists ahead on the board, mainly because they are the ones willingly doing whatever needs to be done to get what they want no matter who they harm like a swarm of alien ants shredding away at the surface to burrow under the skin, but in this metaphor it is the dirt and the filth as our skin where all the nerves are hidden by an inestimable amount of room to just breathe as creatures microscopic in our eyes crawl and climb where they have always known only this truth and ever will… hospitable to a point even with new people i meet though so totally aloof that most who get to know me can’t stand it as my stance protects me not you if somebody is searching for a particular strain of vulnerability, then i won’t dare have it Here as we are all far too precious to purposefully distort any of the perceptions that most of us demand to correct the vision that is staring out of our heads slightly aware of all the uncertainty around, but please destroy all your preconceived notions of glory and adoration as they are but foolish totems left behind from their heyday when those pieces of dream meant something that was beautiful before it had shattered apart spreading the germ of ennui everywhere it went trying to convince the others of this dreamy scene… but i recant as my lines fade away that i am but a dream within a dream because i resist the system pushing its cold dead fingers into me as it does all of us one day just the same as the next day that anyone dies, this jarring vision as a shooting sensation throughout my entire body of work does no justice to its’ creator whose mission it was to create this as the incubator to access the deeper regions and legions of the mind and spirit creating genius beyond fascist control, and the demons are warded and kept at bay by these powerful forward movements that never require labels to be acknowledged just the same as wondrous cosmic changes that remake our decisions without delay from outside forces who have as a rule needs to encourage those dividing lines between people… aiding in the working of dark magics that infest and infect within the general population out of control to command others to do their bidding as they please with nothing but contempt for those same lowered positions manifested out of reality as we perceive it to be, a jagged circuit that signals around in an idiot loop of perpetual dissatisfaction and dismissal of all these easy signs that we are bending enlightenment away from truth to take advantage of the crisp clear cues that pop up when one is doing something wrong or untrue to themselves, but Here we are aren’t we just cattle fodder for the slaughtering blasts of the cannon and country alike in their wages to conquer this living sin made manifest by the limbs and loins of this Mankind as possessed by the animal urgency to breed in order to further the blood impulse as it burns through centuries and aeons without number or name… the destruction a clear standard of disrepute that connotes the degraded state of this animal Man whose place was once an honored one coveted by the most competitive of our kind before we were even aware of what this thing is that we live upon, all ideas and speculations stemming from the errors of Mankind in its’ need to desecrate the natural beauty as though some unfinished work of art to be made better by the weapons and opinions of Mankind’s greatest innovators as they scrape most of the raw goodness from the face values left in the wake, and it is thought to be okay by those whose own profits rely upon the fiendish assertion of these devious creatures forcing nature to yield to the vicious tugs and tears created to loosen the necessary items from the reservoir deep of this earth that was kind up until the moment Mankind decided to grind and cut away with mechanical precision given to them by ancient masterminds who long felt it spoke for the greater good… what of this experimental humanity on the surface of the earth whose rare nostalgic cry for the good times is preceded by many many bad times while metaphors introduce us to dark clouds with silver linings to throw us onto a trail of complacency when we are confronted with our environment and the damage we choose to do, and some of us speak louder than mere words to try enacting a scenario where the rhythm of events is the set-up being worked upon to challenge the status quo held onto with a death grip tighter than the seal on heavens’ gate, we are victims of our own idea of righteousness and moral altruism to the point of a sighted blindness trying to be the catalyst to suppression of the human beast as sick and fickle as we deem it to be the misunderstood trance made by subtle undertones of pressure and release afflicting this disease onto the others… made this way by our own discretion acting against the grain of a certain future in default…

Thanks, khet.