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Cheese as Christ and the Drama Embargo

yummy pieces of the cow carcass satisfying that inner need for processed oblivion set in front of us by those with a stomach for the lactic acid in it even though the cow god does well in providing for its’ bastard children not built of the cow until Now, in the full tilt boogie of a pinball arcade-like civilization constantly playing mind games with each other until one of us taps out from this glorification of busy made to move us ahead like pawns in some very real game of chess, or at least used in some kind of an elitist strategy abuse of control by the ones obtuse in charge of it all lost upon some kind of self-discovering power trip to realign whatever certainty we seemed to have agreed upon up until this time like a martyrs’ quest for the individual sacrifice to give as our personal walk through the desert of the real becomes our unifying journey to develop further… the escape through one’s perceptions allows a gift of flight never to need wings as intruder into others’ disdain to implement them as tools for future use wickedly trying to clue in the ones who aren’t listening, by manipulating to subdue these humans who stand around waiting for something to happen while not wanting to face any of the problems directly i guess slipping by like a shadow on the wall to try briefly sustaining appearances for but a moment, and if left to retain pieces of the past in our trudging steps as are weighed by the need each to work towards our own goals of the individual coalescing as the ideal human being we will recapitulate over time in its’ infinity revealing… impediment from those pedophiliac agent provocateurs whose worship of the torment of the innocents Here are proof that we come from a savage and comfort-less society as a collective of traits passed down through the trenches of time and space, all of the outside aspects whether reptilian or some alien species whose true name will remain unknown specifically until humanity has caught up with the respective genetic lines transmitting all shades of truthful valence, and then to be left deciding to wallow in our crusades toward pleasure and desire more than truth-seeking reinforcing whatever we have left of a ‘greater good’ to shine as a light upon our life trying to redeem fiery forward momentum that few could ever grasp with their own two hands as yet…

Thanks, khet.