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shite’s happening.

the end of zero is when the summit of greatness is truly, and finally, reached. what desires lie there to be enjoyed, bared to the naked eye once and for all, but with the dangling label of some serious consideration beforehand. the dollar sign is neatly attached with the core becoming bitter like rotten fruit, and hard to swallow for those not intimately involved. the disasters fail by degrees of catastrophe, and we all seem to “jones” for the next random fix to be had, while gathering the required knowledge to ascend beyond our roots. we become the extremity, and our utility is weighed and massed over the course of the pendulous swing of eternity. a chrono trigger pulled to let loose the varying multitudes of existence that waits within the box, and the shot rings loud and deafeningly between those knocked out. echoing through the dreams as the screaming spirit pours out of sanity’s whisper. the mouth moves with the speed of sudden noise, and flings forth a trail of endless questions and wonders-why. the loosening pulses with the beat of the rhythm that lifts from the depths where noise is created. a spring where things jump and bounce around among the walls that time has built to separate us all from one another. the common interests that bequeath our understanding to those chosen. the party has been started, and the fiendish whelps outside drool to spin their forms around, high on social pleasantry. we can move forward and back in through the time stream, but our visions can only be realized as a sensual thing. the senses can overwhelm the user, creating a need in the resident to get free, but not always in a pleasant way depending upon the person who chooses to leave. abuse of the reason to live is no means to destruction, just more reason to wonder what the hell is going on within the mental illness of the capitalist pigs ruling over the ruling party no matter what. there is no professional justification great enough in a world of credentials available to hunt, and so make justice in the natural world around, always claiming sake of others to necessitate the means to their ends.

Thanks, khet.