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a valid, dyin’ 13th…

no humble narrator Here to guide you away safely through the dark side of the solar being we are while still within this vessel awaiting orders to change, and thus our adaptability to what we perceive when receiving information as signals and symbols too potent to avail for the mood of a better moment yet to make a message of effective communication possible to more than the select few who choose to lead us all in an inane fashion viewing themselves as the greater sovereigns for a peopled collective than they who as individuals could each manage destiny for their own reasons instead of supplanting others motives for the personal one, pushing what little sensations we have to burst and bubble at a surface attention while speaking in tongues too soft to notice any of the proper etiquette necessary for these awkward social directions spreading out amongst friends and foes alike as we in a state of a perceived higher programming train other uninformed inferiors who could take their own initiative if we would only let them as others might have given us our first opportunities to reach out further to that ideal decision… answering the great questions with words we barely have to tell the difference between true and false as these derived tagmemes torn by meanings and multiple entendres building up this a united yet disparate world around us as that which appears to be a solid and reliably consistent system upon the surface as qualities projected forth to lure humanity into dropping its guard while those forces-that-be take the virtual momentum provided in stride while riding the crashing waves and movements all the way back to a beginning, hardly calm enough to handle the emotional/ mental burdens encircling our taste of opportunity that asks each on our own to give up certain things to succeed in this conformist storm withering and washing ashore agendas to hollow out the feelings and refill with urges and agents of worrisome logic and irrational thought used as figured against the mighty human massive that holds us as it shelters so many wishing not to think for themselves, but asking with a silent acquiescence for this indifferent system to take over and care for them when the guise of the grown adult is only displayed and worn down to the juvenile truth lying hidden inside of the body and mind under layers of distant memories once the moments have passed behind us in a linear sense of continuity shaping each personal reality separately as much together in this commune with nature that makes us into being this bully beating down those things we get so frustrated with that we cannot change at all as the pressure to do something twists and turns as tensions mock our acts to grind with irony and the stoic reversal of fortunes that send the most masculine weeping lost and astray… a world like ours cannot help being ignorant as an animal, but as thoughtful creatures, it is we who have a capacity for so much more…