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a harpy’s bazaar

it is truly bizarre the beasts we are Here ensnared by supposed answers to ancient questions when animals have never had the ability to reason and rationalize their way through yet before this time as humans became the first in our cosmic eyes to achieve this scope of godhood as collected by our legends and lessons as the various civilizations have died off grasping at all straw men who maintain that reality is just peachy even though it is never quite exactly that accurate a picture, the breakdown of bits and of bytes and pieces of the elementary foundations we thought we knew as right or those rites and privilege of generations that have passed before us striving in the Now to be tumbled apart by a brainwashing machinery that is host to thousands upon thousands of souls capable like all particles and molecules to act as a harbinger emitting change from their very being wherever they are to manifest even as in these words, and is a hip gnosis spreading like a shroud as it sedates and placates the imbecilian allowing a dropout of worthwhile powers to appear defiling all that they touch to whittle away humanity through a subtle planting of the seeds in distrust between conscious corollaries and their repercussions while as disguised as this human creature to affect faux emotional responses and to then prove worth as an actor in these epic struggles against a humanity of considerate and compassionate being as well as doing… it is these alien “snatchers” flying down from some other space to either attack through analysis and enact the stealing of hostages as some tribes are prone to do when their official plans and traditional mention come from some recluse turning obtuse angels abusing the powers and people that be who sway and attract opinion through obscure acts of deprivation on their journey to burn off bad magics chanting into acetic smoke, or as to restock their own ideological tribe of thought by creating icons as martyrs who can prove the lessons chosen to emphasize with a cold deliberation outside any real caring choice because of pretending to believe a skewed idea of greater good that means so much more than qualities of human kindness universally reinforced with a positive reinforcement to endorse that anyone can do it through their own freedom of choice as much as believing in oneself more than those disparaging remarks made by the jealous, as we have the choice to turn our attentions away from that atrophy and decay devoured by the birds of prey that flock together tearing out pieces that can never be replaced as they were in order to sort out the weak from the strong when we all stand equal to each other after the fact of past tense inside of this ephemeral existence as a ghost searching for meaning in all the systems we are seeking to the point of mythic stories with human heads on bird bodies while a couple steps further are animals’ heads upon human bodies…

Thanks, khet.