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this hearse earth.

apollo, like a monkey, swung into the social shallow unaware like all the rest of the overconfident gods flipping into frauds once their sacred secrecy was breached by the futile-resistant hands of our future sights as humans reaching out of the animal pen from which they had been placed in with all of the other potential visions taking turns as an incarnate whole… in a universe all to oneself layered and nuanced from birth to death as finality timed to living much as thinking what the future holds for each one of us moving beyond polite plateaus of platitudes that do nothing moving forward but subdue a positive attitude in its’ tracks of movement to record and reconcile what is reality as history, but who are these ancient aliens tracking our energies used like some feeding tube now sent directly to a higher intellect sorting through the psychic debris littered Here entreating the other side who resist this less docile image to repent and lament while picking up these randomly assorted pieces from the floor?… the archetypal core that one cannot merely read by signs and symbols alone as the symptoms of humanity worsen through the lens of a mechanical system that tries to absorb all constituent parts and details into an amalgam of momentum that teases and diseases these beings lost like parasites on whose ship of culture they appear as rats scurrying about looking for some assured safety, but the waves of paranoia infest us and our rehearsal of the void’s exploits adjoining our own sensual prison used as searching for a reason as well as the exit out of this swirlingly festooned system infecting each one person with investing time and energy into this wretched objective circumspection that halts any real progress for humanity’s win, by heathen reversal of a perverse upheaval as assertive as the oppressive opportunism taken to great lengths in becoming the official paradigm of this well-branded civilization slithering in and dominating the rest of the ignorant who know no better than to wait for the results as lasting resort to the elite hierarchy running wildly armed with fashionable fascism to distract and corral those left wandering too far from their supposed homes where only the guardians of traditions and their guilty parties can be offended by those friendliest of gestures guessed on as harmful insult quoted later in the pressure of explanations needed as humanity’s reliquary of genetic splicing and hybrid experimentations some gone awry while others survive further down the chains of events to be…

Thanks, khet.