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Real Fun Writes

the life lived is chemistry trying to consume a conscious attitude dissolving person by person into the murky unknown surrounding this a civilization with myths and symbols and endless quantities of information used to decide fate and fortune, faith and searching for foundation of absolutes thought of as interminable by humanity as it swarms this island earth with visions of the cruel and incredulous without even dosages passed among each other leaving me to ask the bizarre question ‘what is real fun?’ as defies authority, and to whom do all these experiences transfer that senses would go the opposite direction of consensus agreement that society as explicit arbitrator hounding the undesirable like general law pressuring a majority into raw unyielding conformity as the wage slaves not too far removed from those legends with older stigmas transcending space and time… families and friends as characters in this psychotic-erotic drama ever-unfolding and expanding as shadow tendrils reaching and surrounding the karmic body of humanity to try interpreting the energetic motion as confusing data gathered through the physical-emotional relationships endured, a tension tightening membranous over this manufactured conceptual spin that we are used to receiving as the central issue raised signal in a televised speculum opening up the organic portals wide enough to let in some of the backwash wanting to spill through, and leaving us always wishing for the confidence to move in any way that cannot be buffered by the attacks of the antagonist community at large defying the humane aspect in humanity by sieging the frustrated human mind with the presupposition of particular morals and judgments seeping septic from the psychic wounds inflicted by conflicted persons seeking a dysfunctional solace in this life… stuck in a technical intelligence no different than yours in being able to absorb the varying aspects of experience in filling massive amounts of heads with that garbage they think is right because of the tribulations in coming of age naturally, but a modern blank wave surging forward with undisclosed creative potential curiously iconoclastic as much spastic attempting to find an ease in some truth that may never be found by anyone except those willing to fight to get it, curious for the clearest way to convey any of the frustration may be to write all the wrongs down so that others might be able to defend against future isolating acts of pain… to reveal the human, but also to relieve the stress inherent living Here…

Thanks, khet.