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the W hol E…

to all my freeloaders, sound off… i have been doing all of this for quite some time now for the most part a loner mad cap physical residue reducing my residual collections and lazy correlations between memory and art and truth as pathways through the darkness of ignorance patterning our attentions to tensions that increase or opposite position depending upon how enlightened we truly are ready to then become as the ages wear us away into future replicas of a dream or an ideal personal performer of who we believe us as ourselves are to be, as little difficult to harness as far as conceptual formulae go obsequious and cryptic soul crystalline reflections of doldrums we have encountered a part at a time fashioned to be pieced together after that excremental shroud washes off your bones might be thought of as ‘age’ versus ‘urge’ time against material pressures in counterpoint with those intangible moods that swing in a swift to and fro pendulum woes when the whole is patent product of canned greater minority throughout historical precipices confined jammed and packed preserved by these states of offense that tries to weaken our fear defenses seeding the latent storms with a silver lining glazed off the slight of those people unwilling to see whether it is the lights of this fire they require to spill their blood into the ink wells, but cursed are we who devise the ends before the means damned to visions of how the past can be within our very being though at a loss for how to release this vital living thing we are at that depthful unseen of all layers coursing through the human pursuit of wealthy full of promises and potential happiness as contentments seem to hang to the door of perception opened wide for an understanding in whose quest can cripple even as hardiest of survival adepts dragging in all their own knowledge of harsh and cruel nature an all-encompassing authority over these individual minions and those vast dominions favored by tyrants and terrorists alike… no matter that terrain could subdue undermining your own personal thoughts into control for oneself a breaching of threshold boldly going where no one had sought before re-caged animals as swines and cows are martyrs for a cause we can never fathom ends well done with our crispy gut clench in the wings toilets testing the boundaries of this human hole as landfill for the stars hunting and gathering through the forces of the celebrity brainwash that moves us to further meanings all have pretended to know as facts for far too long a sanity considered saintly as reverse psychology taken to that of dirtiest perversions and secular was dumb via paranoia as an antidote to whatever paralysis ails you in this modern syndrome opening out into symptoms of emotional value and valor fighting with those whose languages remain unknowns to the foolhardy punks that want to try being the fucking hostile ones treading hard against fascist fires burning the system of its corruption in sobering ways, but few of us are truly aware of the state of the system we imbibed as children rendering the world as an unusual series with spectacular results through episodes of unease to points of disease throughout the kingdomination of lying truths out there poisoning all conscious struggle without reason burning the lips of those whom drink in the spirit of all the ways to become one with everything as scare tactic to drain energy from the greater massive of people guided in similar settings to indulge in final conclusions before a truly complimentary sequence of events has occurred, errs though this of course is nothing new for humanity to have to swallow like some outrageous dose of meta signs when a person knows they are not down with the sickness at this time as popular opinion swells with communicating illness before contracting in others a variety of tragic traffic that for those eats away organic original souls Here…

Thanks, khet.