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trick or be tricked by the treats we all pay lip services to modern fealty as our commercial consumer captors whom we have decided to imitate in such grandiose visions of a future our speculations with spectacles especially tinted a rosy shade to promote the remote control of happiness a simple mindfuck gimmick used to use people from distances far safer to attempt social experimentation on such scale that many casually disbelieve or feel that any thought of retribution is impossible against someone in that seat of power behind minions and anonymity that bind and conflict the victimized without being able to see a clear enemy so camouflaged that isolation and paranoia are some of those inevitable results that infrequently the social mechanism corrupts itself with all details but lacking a subjective quality as very definite trait allowing this human form a corpse at a time of the conveyor belt crisis as a midlife is like this with no access to the spin cycle until their designs include us as the pawns preferable to our opinion as signs of life lived in aversion when fears are applied in the states of social pressures flattening out the some while exalting the others who confuse opportunism with an american dream catch some kind of creamy warm comfortable center in the middle of a fluctuating continuum easily in contrast to the weatherly storm of quick dire consequence such as hurricane or earthquake or tsunami, never avoided then in repercussions hit rippling far from these initial drops delivered as when vengeful violent fits cripple any with conflicting admissions expressed to no matter what a final friction created gathers as distress displayed that inhabits the manifesting urges in humanity, but less that as obeyed gets fully condemned by the covert casket chase past oblivion’s gateway drug into the frightening comrade with polarizing stations established to consider a wisdom or set of such as institution setting rules to limit many that would become foolish down pathways similar to rabbit holes to which wonders can await our arrival… an ethics of discourse whose trail runs cold when mentioning social dynamics as absolute facts when the hemorrhagic static is threshold enough to make us ponder within jest convincing techniques utilized to carve unique statements out of the transcendental accidents accentuated a rejection flippant of whatever severs one of us from the rest as a paralytic distortion eclipsing then converting our controversial of medicines and remedies that poison us, and yet a decision to make sense out of the nothingness as remains just seen fading among the dreams eating dreamers deriding official sacraments of sane and real casting out demons sandwiched between worlds of differing types as layers of a puzzling jurisdiction in whose very pronouncements profundity dies the dribbling mass as another stab enacts death precision of extracting souls yet to be identified recycled harmony with cosmic bliss, trying not to succumb to the stagnancy that paves the momentum toward irony and poetic justice a stolid idealism of Mankind mocking the arresting humanity moved to prove one from the other as personalities oppose another one ad infinitum until the civilized pop and burn under the flames of political conflagration demonstrating whose flag means nothing the most as resources are purged by any apolitical factions in fashioning superior reality through our eyes and minds transmit and receive the waves of sound and light shed from outside our soul sphere when the filtered from suspensions of disbelief soon shattered from those word which binds and renders a harsh crassness hospitable for the few that brave particular frontiers…

Thanks, khet.