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the data ripped me…

what it means to be ‘lord-given’ to the devoted followers of these dead characters shifting their formal archetypal central persona into the multiple spectrums of reality as refracted through the various lenses as necessary qualifactor that brings renewed the energy from burning off the impurity of faithless motion swirling in the void darkness climbing like ivy surrounding those vacant wholes left when disarmed by the forces we consider of one god or many, using proxy individuals to represent them as the lords we come to worship and cherish even if we never knew of them personally enough to absolutely know what truth and meaning hold beyond the thrashing actions of the devotees whose striking used in rituals of cleansing has approached self-flagellation or flogging to cease those urgent impurities at the surface in order to alleviate symptoms of this human disease that easily engulfs people unwary as the deep pool swallows the naive or ignorant with equal discrimination, but in this digital binary crypt we have found many avatars and solutions to solidify our place in this cosmos of dust and dusky horizons as closing eyes upon our current era which feels kind of uncertain even though there are many motives pushing from within as well as outside realizing that pressure comes through the tension created and manipulated by the least humane of our human beings Here having chosen loose and fast rules of recklessness to the detriment of all other beings involved or Here in the periphery… so we flip the script of whatever it is as written laws or otherwise whether the trials or tribulations of life and debt onward we progress canned as laughter once we are catalogued and listed as impermanent and just as riddled with and by humor of whose limiting boundaries we cannot just understand without leaving ourselves vulnerable to attack and sometimes even betrayal at the actions of those we consider friends, the machine keeps stirring as it becomes code-breaker and code-maker with the varying strands of data exhibited by the system and those infected by its swaying ways as fingers lodged knuckle-deep to move the puppets in place to do a dance for the amusement of the ones whose names we will never know as it is we who are those creatures lurking without faces or names temporarily housed in these organic mechanicals to be sloughed off in a moment once the assignment or purpose has been fulfilled, but how do we know this as fact if we do not instantaneously perish upon completion fueled by the pejorative thoughts and weight thrown onto our shoulders by this lazy mass of insecure and questionable sources of information as the people of the future crawl forward adapting as we go along with whatever the leaders deem us worthy to know as the beginning is always a precarious uncertainty before the actual events of experience ever occur to show us the truths we wish to seek while lost among the calcified remains of this coagulated bloody stage built of us…

Thanks, khet.