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give in to the Propaganza…

the dirtiest of litterature tries its blatant hand at saving us from ourselves through a filth and smut givens as those gifts transmitted by fast fingers and fervent minds releasing spirits into the atmosphere swirling invisible among the goads and toadies lacking the old integrity to choose rights over wrongs when they in steady motions push the buttons to launch the ghosts of war into further acting out as relentless forces shot loose from crazily perceptive patterns leaving their repercussions later revealed when things are happening accidentally on purpose as those forces so armed don’t serve us as adequately enough in choosing life over debt, on a spinning wheel of fortuitous losing as the supposed winners wincing have already gotten off this ride severely austere driving home the noose as clues to this cruelty and the fealty to the vicious nature of this kingdom working holistically toward conclusions of proof in truth mayhem supporting the righteous while putting a boot down stamping upon the rest of this human face viewing to crush hope and drown faith in its own juices squeezed so as to drip the dollars as abject waste fertilizing the fruits of labor’s love lost, but only as it was tossed in amongst the heap with the compact of trash thrashing around glories and gutter valor all supreme amongst vanquished nights and days in staked claims at tight situations and resourceful reappropriations proportionately passed around when a few pagan rituals have long since embedded into our subconscious culture dreaming and achieving in paths like veins built locked into the progressive function of this system… the billboards and commercial content as they pillage the mind and purge the senses we have made so much more common than any sense of thought now figured unreal or too illogical to be practical in as material a world clinging to content in cycles of the bowl as it is flushed into our brainpans without the proper medical consultations with labcoat authority overwriting the discomfort or an appreciable amount of aid to make interminable sicknesses under some of the vaguest terms, doctors who doctored their knowledge by preferring science to any compassionate ideals which may just be another way of testing the argument or contrast between domesticated humans and the animal adaptation to which we are shunned away from as children in not knowing any better than that antagonistic wit unrelentingly sharp as it is caustic with acid tongues, but the morals pushed like drugs to fill the void a vacuum continuing to split heirs right down the middle dissected during the disintegration process as the evacuation of this substance deems necessary to be able to understand as another part of living Here in the shifting sands where everything gets buried while the wheel of time keeps moving this haunted mansion around into alternate dimensions of yes/ no as the working options keep burning us like candle wicks thoroughly until the eras of enlightenment have died…

Thanks, khet.