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policies policing us through cold glares amid endless paperwork cutting lives into shards of a dark crystal fractured by the fate of humanity’s dying grip on commercial gain waning against the grain of an applicable production path pushing those who work hard becoming part of the system in order to enjoining of proper resources enough to feed their families and themselves exposing well an opportunistic nerve manipulating people one does not even know well enough to deserve their output through that circuit of industrial give-and-take it pulses under the pressure of the masters in charge of their wage slaves slowly looping about looking for an exit easing the transit from this rut to cage a coffin craved silent stage for the natural rites of passage to possess as carcass Now deeply locked in those minute series of changes that decay and dissolution are opening out into similar patterns again and again, and yet that as mind can conceive in its imaginary states what this process entails as about almost all stories of horror describe some forms of personally striking situation this putrifying pestilent return to a wholeness as truly lost to the mayhem that separates us as individuals in a system trying awful mad gods upon us to tether and fetter each person as an absolute binary to the automatic tragedy of this ornate social superstructure today yet another reality mocking the grinding wheel used in place for a medicine as limbs are chopped away from the main body to save life from the same fate as the think tanks require an armor built from these rank-and-file youths unaware of what their country is about to do to them as no clues to finding that compassion necessary being a mercenary showing no mercy while only defending their own status along the way, juvenile pretenses we are inflicted with like the bubolic plague evolved by the love blood running unconditional through the streets delivered like a vengeance to all without a discrimination of preference facilitated by the assertion of this unique self being unlike the others in the sinister distortions we perceive as holding no greater host than those closest to the source friendly at first housing our personal nemesis embedded in the flesh on the same warpath as ourselves trying to succeed against all stacked odd events that push and pull and allowed a freedom of choice to choose our lesser or greater evil how as conceptual plug of a greater good is full of order though this i admit feels to me as might be some more idealism forcing us not to accept failure as dead end dying… ghosts gliding on to stations of presence without necessarily remembering the easy excess access that early self-awareness helps unlock when the being becomes in material bound knocked around while most admit nothing trying save some idea of pride masking greed as service to selfish desire miring us knee deep in shit that individuals have to fight their way out of after this bagged and tagged ordeal as slice of life, but there is no broken sleep once the existence is weighed in contrast to those actions thoughts and expressions released while Here though by no means a proper burial this shit builds pressure to change the evolving jewel of a soul from an old formula that transmutes a human sanity into the stuff of constant dream holding onto no fear as this state naturally transcends these strangest cycles setting the paradigm as experiential testing ground burning from the idiot disease forcing our hand to gesture, waving hello and goodbye with the same hand as that which has wiped your ass on many occasions a stiff and stoic courtesy that few attempt to share because as harbinger of influence we become subject to the kingdom of lies leading ignorance like humanity through narrow corridors of mind whose opposition to real logic is subsided by reasoning sounded from more than one direction…

Thanks, khet.