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saprosyne of the times

distinctive instincts derive from the unique capabilities we all have the potential to partake of as these customized creatures terrorizing history and leaving very little in the wake of those more aggressive of the antagonists we have heard stories about whether in schools or in libraries or even through the televised decay that channels and programs our modern moods with subtle engineering from the capacities of an easily acquired monitor with which to view all the audio-visual patterns hybridized with socio-political acts that put one in a state of relax while also a nervous awareness that your thoughts are not as entirely your own as you might have previously assumed, but are doomed to repeats as the loops get syndicated and spiral off all throughout our galaxy as a social engineering takes its course circulating among minds in various developmental points both in the personal culture and the greater civilization that forms an interesting combinations of all traits over the process of growing as a being transferring energy into doing as this is the only way to absolutely assure oneself and others of the facts, though many retractions occur if that is what you could call them having taken place to perhaps reduce the stinging of shock from feeling as unable to decide as to action when caught between influences that each possess something integral that can align with the structure and supporting of our current struggle even in the midst of constant changes as they collaborate and distort the traditional values set forth by revered ancestors… now dead gone far beyond the altered states of perception that we adore in this kingdom of the bored so jammed as a unit together into a realm of pure ennui or indifference filled with discontents who honor no authorities offering very few items of solace when confronted with this stagnation that brews and ferments mood as though the likeliest of suspects affected by this off-kilter synchronization managed by hosts and those parasitical fools that feed from off their chosen suscept when found, and then over the intimate pathways we create through interaction with each other there is that personal withering that occurs inside of us triggered by the natural order of things living and dying like we are that breakdown cell by cell until our soul can say it is freed from that mortal shell coiled around that core of self we might perceive as a True Self much differently than a ghost or any other residue left, the edge of these mortal lifelines leads to the periphery that touches upon those aspects of the unknown as hidden objects of glory to those who are trying to trap and entrance us into giving up vital parts of our individual existence while Here wandering as we go in wonder on toward that next grand masquerade as another human being in the works if one believes a thought like reincarnation is as possible throughout this dreaming resonance as this cosmos bends us to its will whether we starve or survive is up to our achievement when all boils down to the trivial…

Thanks, khet.