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phobophiliac

a freak with weakness, utter incompetence as compensation for choosing all the wrong ways to live and treat other human beings who have known better for some time now even though i play the innocent Here where no one can reach me except through their minds which is always biased in the subjectively human perspective that ego and willpower manipulate sometimes with the intent to make something more or to at least try to live free of the collateral portfolio put together to show us how much the damage and carnage inflicted will cause if we go against the grain of others’ decisions, but fear can be a mighty cage to which a few are able to escape by selling their souls to the urgent demi-IS-ness appealing to senses a human like us has not evolved yet as burnt offerings fall from the skies to distract us from whatever we ever wanted to be revealed as reality once this ignorant veil gets lifted to question the soulless yet charming ideals that chime in with any suggestion of what is next even as the fear blocks another person from viewing things in a way that does’t clash with the titanic standards of an unkind Mankind bared by any other banners like flags in waves denoting the ragged ends frayed with the pull of those tearing years ticking away… stumbling for answers when nothing else seems to fit or work out well for those who in participating with the games and their gamers play a sweaty round of concepts and their abstracted of notions evoking responses from those who had never pondered at once that their certainty in fear was a wrongly reinforced gimmick to sustain the violent curiosity piqued insistent and aggressively pursued throughout the world surrounding us when cheap wheels of blame and shame are already being spun again and again by the hands of our masters ever-nasty in their re-appropriation of an already appropriated and adaptive state of being this being, as an experience we seek gifts us with inexplicable insights and a knowledge sometimes too far beyond where we think we stand now even though that will expand out and light up the resting ignored darkness blocking this thinking sieve to isolate pieces of reality from dream once it becomes a very tangible thing to that solid holographic frequency as perceptible physical side of ourselves making active attempts to understand what we experience, and whatever is this freedom of choice that defines who we are as individuals by the decisions we make in this small life enshrouded by the soul whom we travel alongside deeming us of worth as animals by then incarnating through us and the mental transmission we think of as a psyche or ego as perhaps pieces of the same fluctuating dimension this all seems to stem from beginning with of whom we are the agents in this active reality sometimes moving though distinct layers of that god form humanity has taken on as its’ own role to play in guiding these futures of equivalent fruits tempting the abundance fruitful…

Thanks, khet.