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the monk elixir

the virus of pious pining for enlightenment shining our attentions upon everything into a beatific focus relative to the sacred or holy bliss as gift lords have hung over our collected heads if we do not abide by their rules and interpretation of law cutting through us right to the core of trying to understand who this is that stands Here before the jury of our peers thirsty for the queer to hang themselves on a stranger vessel left irresolute in the waves of this great human sea, unsatisfied by leaning this tanked upon the drank that receives no thanks from the muddled head relentlessly as set adrift by assaulting voyages on par with the pirates’ radical thinking of and cunning opportunity to keelhaul a whole lot of the decadents cruising in unaware their scary monstrous waves are waiting to pull us under through cold depths below where curious creatures remain disdainful of those ways in which we treat each other like empty vessels offering to be filled with inscrutable knowledge or bankrupt wisdom left in as hymns and parables, but as only these devices have allowed us cautious exploration over the staggered millennia perfecting in mechanical processes always progressing toward some unforeseen goal while grouped together coming to be as a locked cycle of shared opinions and commiserations methodically muted by an ego-driven higher order choosing themselves to observe this random access drama that filters the way through us as ignorant tokens on a board to be moved around without reasoning… the tongue fattens as the words begin to try speaking out forcefully through the mouth and jagged teeth as the mucus and drool leaks out a thousand times over again mocking the attempt each time until loss of breath has catapulted the consciousness outside of one’s immediate senses trying to reduce the feelings and thoughts into words creating their own meanings as neural pathways open and close, Here imparting an action and reaction to whosoever as beings made to move are alive and living for this moment to arrive compelling anticipation dripping with sweat and the racing heartbeats as the thrill of endorphins rise to meet the need for accepted means to an end sending the fireworks of signals sparking and singeing a brainpan right down the brain stem in order to get these messages past the problems and pumping blood vessels networked along together in a biomechanical individual interacting, but a pursuit of any happiness is not as stringent as maintaining of this freedom of choice that requires us to be aware of this utility inherent to who we were born as in a subjective seed planted into the vast overarching multitude of penultimate instincts and ignorances all biasing the ways in which we travel through the ethers of the unknown where we appear the hero in our own journeys in legends of excess and congress creating the spirits we still choose to imbibe thinking ourselves as righteous as we want to be without acknowledging the captive humane compassion inside us…

Thanks, khet.