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Macaques don’t do it…

“Macaques don’t do it, when you want some fruit…” why did the early Scots exile all the snow monkeys of the clan Macaque when there can be only none in all the highlands i feel that this alternate reality may be true enough to relate a tall tale to you as that captive audience you are Here though totally by your own voluntary willpower to do so even if you are numbstruck by the nonsense of these next few obscured statements in their multitudinous meaning and vague application to this format of information sharing, when frankie goes to holly would she say to him that he is stall king to her opinion dismissing as if the layers could peel back layers of memory as blooming onion then turned pinion pining through a filter of once-fulfilled options looming opinions as historical mysteries barely fathomed like some creeping beast that savors and swaggers with its’ own brand of seedy shading ready to implant the disease that now it appears so naturally to have become another human as we devise new ways to hold the animal kingdom in check, but is this tale about us as masters over our shared density Here manifesting destiny or is this the place where humanity must accept the fate of the doomed as mantlepiece scattered with a various number of trinkets set up to hide the peace of this space as the blankly stated facts arranged like pieces in chess keeping a whole in cheque and mating whomever the vicious wish to split in twain once falling farther than the rites of passing on into rituals that inhabit our souls to bring about particular behaviors that match or further their desires or wants… as ghosts we do swarm like gnats gathered to be inseminated by information hearing new or good things that chime this bringing crimes of joy deep into our brainpans to summon the creations if needed to dispatch of some task that is uneasy for the human article born under many bad signs of which mortality is one though certainly not the most audacious grave-digging as the winds howling pitch and bend letting us know respect comes through blasts of intimidation and imitation into mockery that digs into the last few nerves most of us have that has been a useful measuring tool for danger in the past, but as social arrangement today is one of offensive as the masses get offended more and more by these demoniac bouts as trouble swears it won’t involve us again but it always does once it knows how to get fingers sunk into the treasured territories of our minds whose eyes see more than we could ever hope in the near future as suture to seal up the leaky wounds that drip our solutions from within swishing all of the contents around as the amalgam of human doing this now, torn between mind body and soul when not working in a unison reinforced by minions of ivory tower generations solely there to cause tension and disputing inside of this time capsule we are living within as the cosmic incubator or chrysalis managing to hold in a precious cargo keyed to enter this system quickly and easily, but out another ambiguous option altogether…

Thanks, khet.