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…erroneous Posh…

…to say your humble narrator lives well in this static age could be considered a laughable detail because behaviors which do not scream ‘luxury’ but that do state for the record an ironic kind of entitled privilege reduced down into a mediocre individual masked by male-dominated sadomasochistic machismo whose manipulation and machinations as they move from some hysterical medieval mentality through to a bro-magnon culture of today, forcing all of us to wince out loud as these proficiently professional animals do their worst against the massive bulwark that society has accumulated amid active hostilities having never collapsed the systems in place even then because there was something strong connecting the people to their world and the work they do, and yet even at this stage the players and their game are left with inappropriate managerial strength subjecting us all to serve this doomed outlook without the chance to correct the pathway made by these brutalists… privilege of evil no matter how much less compromising the other is considered Here while the rabid versions of us as less-developed doppelgangers flood the systems to attempt a weakening from within instead of all the bodies thrown against the walls defending the fortress of the villains, each army a hive mind of discipline impressed from the top down on whom the enemy is and how disabling brute force can be when applied correctly to these makeshift vigilantes commanding legions of the unprepared into battles no one is ever ready for with metaphors and overlapping traits falling under the direct jurisdiction of civilian life where violent themes and context of easy danger is highly sought after as a rite of passage less obvious to the humanity who actually prefers being human… on proving the self a person preserves for themselves confidence in their abilities as though this were to apply to the wealthy who oppose the advanced survival of all for the adapted behaviors to assure that one’s only priority is preservation of the self by any means necessary, generations of proof that the sheltered massive is created from and herded by the fear and manipulation utilized to ensure no one can surpass the ones whom set the rules by cascade of killing moons spelling out our collective doom by light of a thousands suns blasting us back to microcosmos dramas of dust where as much of this shall too pass once the nuclear fallout has come creating a new clear vision of the future, our human radioactivity transmitting signals to restore the balance few can ever grasp let alone see with their own eyes because we are constantly sorting out the wrong from the right to promote a precise and direct contrast perhaps so decision-making becomes easier over time though doubt has some way of allowing an exception to the rules and the rulers who enforce them when the appropriate person can finally be more than purely an ephemeral archetype floating throughout on vast subconscious waves to channel and participate in this collection of ghosts still in their shells… waiting to be found seen and appreciated for the beings that we are but maybe the golden ticket is learning to do this for ourselves without relying upon other opinions to drag out of us our core spark that defines who we are, this skin holds us tight wanting only to be part of the adventure that is not our only trip through action and idea siphoning the larger puzzle into place piece by piece and weaving a tapestry of harnessed energies, threads that can never be broken by those deft or clumsy human hands…

thanks, khet_:/