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didgeridon’t

blowing the horn of plenty as perhaps thinly-veiled metaphor to describing a deal we have carved out with all our dead gods and those yet born into this magical world that eats its children as time robs us of our will to live as the nerves burned out by the overstimulation realized Here as superabundance gives way to diseases and plague waves of ignorance to these decaying frames lost and oblivious amazed that it somehow keeps moving along as a jerk off the old system making our machines intense and more imposing than us at times, when the mystical and the digital combine into one unified field paradigm ascent to a new mind perhaps one step up from those labored animals we have been for this long at last as the gears of war and industry start grinding to a halt if under a sick jurisdiction of those whose attempts to mechanize humanity dislodged compassion and all that is humane from the soul a purged cold hole fill or be filled with the toxic backwash after generations of abuse let loose, and then to pipe a magma of stories through the minds of children growing up loosed within a system that doesn’t ever have their best interests in focus unless there is some ulterior angle to maintain a privilege as an edge one step ahead of the game played defending a droning atmosphere of dread and paranoia as better of the many evils pervasive in this world scenario estranged from a species in duress as the modern burden of conformity to bare as emotional weight constraining any social movement from place to place when there are so many unwanted offending swaggers… gestures as the codes we speak with driving us to try to understand what others are saying to us through their exaggerated symbols and syllables woven twisting meaning and the moments we spend trying to interpret what it means to being this human as a variety of ways to address this as a problem to be solved witnessed and catalogued in extrapolation of human opinion, guessing by strokes of the imagination breaching the blood/ brain barrier to enter a variety of things into the living consciousness that might even sting if reluctantly unwilling to any new changes of perspective to give anything a chance in pleading its’ case soon playing out a fantasy sometimes as a fanciful daydream that opens out to awakening parts of awareness never realized before that single epiphany of the moment as we might quickly forget once the moment is supposedly over, but the deeper we go the more we grow as parts of a civilization experiencing itself collectively with a massive mortal connective tissue that is more than merely a soul or a body or any a purely abstracted conclusion that you may offer because it all leads to this one definite point between you and i as we travel through this harmony as all ancestors and entities on the pathways and those dreamtime settings sometimes yearned for as spiritual in swings greater than to simply be religious if we endorse us all…

Thanks, khet.