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RehabiliTainted

trying to devise a way to make sense of the raw thoughts as they decide to come out and play games on the dirty surface of this fated reign supreme like the gigantic ants we are Here moving under the subtle duress leaving scars on our head and mind and body afflictions weighing against us, the devious elements as spinning cycles through this daring err culling authority from the lesser of us to lead as microscopic stations on an ever-trailing pinwheel whose motion goes along unassuming from the way it seems to scare the rest of us into looking out for the monsters among us, but so often we are the falsely accused as crime is the abuse of power that our heathens seem to long for to hold over the heads of the general consensus negating all of the voices lent to moving the strings of gravity lending momentum to those who stay silent and the systemic infection created by these abuses teasing and confusing us into allowing ourselves to be tamed… as pets lost in a maze of our own devising as deviant tricks to waylay the people who have really tamed this earth and drawn out the resources without the harmful surges of Mankind’s conquest as their burden, as though these were the classical good times we might wax nostalgic over time and again even if we have been born at a much later date than these historic attempts at confining and condensing reality into the crazy trip it is giving authority to vipers as saints now distorted by faith amassed blindly to achieve some kind of winners’ place, but these are dreams which betray in the limp and impotent glare locked into a state of peril by indifferent and ignorant perceptions made Here to protect those who gratefully try to stay awake to the possibilities beyond this surreal wall of sleep raised to omit the few trying to reach out by making the most of this life and death steeplechase while trying to accept and understand the experiences as they display themselves to us magically this way… sewn together after being pulled apart by the tragic sorting process that takes place among friends and foes alike as though this were yet another layer to the puzzles’ grandeur whose resolution remains slightly shadowed by the swaying idea of an oblivion working slowly underneath the skin that everyone readily sees, but to peek at the deep further down as DNA stretches and furrows as it spirals into the darkness of the formless abyss absorbing the whole as it is through this motion ever-moving forward even as it appears to shuffle backwards to the naked eye as it looks on from one stable source to another in order to tap into the frequency entwined and charging all the conscious and other forms this humanity imbibes like liquid life as what a fountain of youth might be beyond the idea as usually described, written for the passing on of the remaining lessons living has to show us as the collective who urges for a truth to believe in that doesn’t rely on excuses or false witnesses whose sermons only deliver words as you take or leave them to search for a substance to satisfy that thirst to know but not be subdued by the knowledge once observed… we quickly absorb whatever appeals to our own personal sense of truth as we try relating to another perhaps who provokes the only interest from our own perceptions manifested as a force to be reckoned with inside of people reaching out to reason as more than the objects we are used to being, more than merely mechanical humanity as it swings from one branch of exploration and exploitation to another in the style of advancement for the ideal symptoms so Mankind can achieve stasis and continue to suck the life out of this precious environment as long as it can under guise of corporate vampire or as simply a man, and always looking out for the opportunity to be higher in status than everyone else who decides to look out for one another as they try to climb up that invisible ladder to some vertical heaven which cannot be reached by some horizontal materialism obsessed with gaining more and more power no matter the cost or who it cripples… distinct to the fascist extreme trying to inhabit more parts per million in this sacred world than any which needs parasites to activate some prophesy honed to spill its vile waste upon a humanity fed dread instead of food and water to try evoking a mass disease from the inside where the servants of these bones are wed to a flesh and blood personal position within time and space, trivial by design from those outer-based denizens who fear us being too much the wiser in this game of faith and its martyrs dressed up displayed to change our minds from peaceful abandon owing our existence to this world, but staking a claim in the wholesale disgrace of millions locked into a life and debt situation the world over from the very beginning it seems more often lately as the population grows ever larger without resolve as the human pollution gives way to a counter-upheaval working from beneath the grayed out social skin as the humans start to realize they are not simply owned property to be kept and even sometimes traded to the highest bidder for a loosened constraint as a collaborative pressure builds in the odd tension between human interactions… upper and lower ante as the stakes are shoved into the grand total as an upper echelon of higher reason is distracted by the thrill of ideas in winning or losing are the odds played for, lowered are the inhibitions which say with all logic that the classiest way out is all in if you’re the one willing to risk to gain substantially in a selfish focus drooling to receive the better end of the stick waving the carrots and dollar bills to the animals who will listen as the better classes win by deception, and discretion is blurred if it is not altogether eliminated by these distinctions as sides become armed to the teeth for the shallow and violent reasons in resolution of stupid conflicts used as cover to harvest souls who will not bow to the gods of the moment and simply put in the way as obstacle… distracted by time and space…

Thanks, khet.