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in these Hey-ness acts…

is it the size of your highness that factors into all the other inconsistencies of life into this amalgam of Now known as reality and does highness try to be a measure toward perfection standard to none and not a suspect thought of with a guilt and resentment attached to weaken use of these terms in such a casual fashion as to deliver it from meaning altogether whether it is personal meaning or general meaning let loose by imagination like a knife cutting open seams underneath which is buried treasure, quite so assured as like a sharp idea amongst the used needles stacked in a pile there to hide deep all of those almost precious things guarded away like secrets seeking any attentions and an approval in the harsh light of day where the authorities roam bestial like they’ve owned this place since forever had ever began though these creatures are merely authors given enough clout as privilege whose respect ones are born into now without having to prove their worth to the rest, but no doubt trials and tribulations abound though sometimes these challenges are left upon the back burner boiling to a stew and swelter until something else percolates to the surface as could be any number of things considered trivial by the general public that only the authors have foreseen as vision and swear it as vital as these appear to be to the structure of the future where futility has not one foothold Here when it is as an urge of unreal abstraction that pushes our peoples to make something from nothing… everything seems more and more temporally tuned as progression cuts off struggles along through the humans as channeled correcting programs to terminals as terms of service overlay the natural intuition that breaks once perception has come unclogged by the bullshit rife and riddling all throughout as literal patents waiting for the right timing to either slip and fall into as gateway or as petri dish for psilocybin and lysergic acid when entheogenic experiments contain the meaning of touching that psycho-stellar world of perceptive gods who move and are movement, but this as a residuced sludge remaining in our heads as driven there by a universal of compiled resources and ancestors into one form of interstellar travel or another that remains to be a body we are taught to care for and supplement our baser urges for responsibility and need for change quantified in this long pause before the ages once again collide with each other in seeding one form upon all other to manifest reformation as a rebirth drawn from our mistakes, on thorough forces of analysis reigning down like scientific gods supreme calculating the formulae of cosmolytic conversions that we may further our explorations expanding us outward as this growth sequences the next options creating the mad monsters that warp our continuum through echoing repercussions that assert truths we can only barely fathom at this point in the historical context we have made so far so heinously real with money and power and animosity planting love and hate seeds to trying remake us fiends…

Thanks, khet.