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for the Time being

fortunate for me, i am not limited by the pages of scrawl that get placed high onto the walls to read decree of this mental fortress keeping my brain safe from the harm naturally inflicted in this conflicted state of caring and being cared for by others who live this way as well, and the feelings do not ever calm once the material is there to fuel all of these curious questions to the surface rough hewn and raw to the naked eye as a potential builds to frenzy of action as the gathered souls unite and take it over always again… the illness Here is in forgetting that this reality is not all that we appear limited with when we read and hear the deceptive tinkle chiming in like the bells from a church’s wasted land where children are serviced by terror followed by loyalty training, though not everything is as it seems to be at first glancing blows as the charm lifts up through the nose salty-smelling assaults those holes filled with a scented will flickering like candles dim in the medieval appropriate chamber for a chapel to pray to a lord god to summon over the sheep mewling by the steeple, and the fat bellies of gods rotted against odds because their lot was drawn before the rest of the parade of worthwhile decay has the rest of us sit and wait for our turn to ascend the few idle cold stares masked and unaware as the energy underneath the solid seeming seamy as it churns under the context of the next generations fate recycled back into being these creatures again… not everything is as it seems to be for those that pursue the innocent way of perceiving things as they are making truly fools of us all with our preconceived notions like unassuming motions of eddies wrapped in a lively sweltering ocean of diverse dichotomies all layered upon one another, the bath of ultimate variation as primordial soup of the ages supped and intoxicating those so enamored with power by the powerful that a relentless urge to overtake as strange aliens Here to purge the world of its’ destitute leanings, and the bizarre miscreants as they have established their time taking over this fierce place through the might of something that is not courage or wisdom but tenacity and persistence when it might seem that all other plans of action are incapable of solutions… finding the shells of ourselves getting into a life that is suspended between the pronouncements of vague and their corrective views as shoved into authority’s place by the forces-that-be to instill the youth with visions of an assertive yet subjective truth, the power of a will and whatever it is that we wish to see from this view changed as the pressures mount and harness effort as it is never wasted energy that we pursue tainted by this curiosity embedded with some idea of purpose linked to the challenge, but not everyone wins a prize in this odd game of alternating proofs even though everyone makes it to the end where a massive looming presence draws us near but not like a god to its’ disciples more a kin to the way a mentor teaches a child a conversational lesson about reality… and then again we go back into the folded cloth of the shroud housing so many of us as refugees sailing against this railing wind that pitches and bends the reign of notes and commentary that jolts us into place for the next barrage of disgrace, the fickle leaning in to take a whiff and letting their nose tell them what they don’t like disgust on display to harass through embarrassment the rest whom are detested by those expected to win, but even those faded grins wear out over obnoxious jokes taken way too far at ease to casually subvert the other who cherishes in their freedom of motion to not care what douches think jerking in unison to conformity’s rays of light which all but dooms them to delirium of the highest caliber… this distinctly optimal delusion which allows a person to consistently debate the subjectivity of moralism in a scramble to re-appropriate all the pieces of the puzzles before any one person can become whatever god is, a whispered distortion of gain in reality a game as it burns into the brain to fry free the circuits of the iconoclast or the individual yearning for an absolute truth to cage the rest in certainty without room for fringe movements to clear the mob mentality of its’ toxic debris as it blows through the streets, but there was never anything wrong with this state of diversity set before us as humanity needs a better vision to make this the case of reality in substance over subsistence while dismantling all of the other now long past serviceable traditions of brutalist systems affecting this culture in effect to appease those temporary cases in a repetitive loop subconsciously degrading this island humanity… for the Time being.

Thanks, khet.