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…Unsanity, a think void left…

…getting our hands dirty with all the nasty bits and bytes we can summon at our fingertips nowadays gone sideways slipping out of our grasp to understand what has already moved ahead of us beings by leaps and bounds binding us together with twine ribbons and an unwillingness to set us free out of fear for what we could do now that we are angry and stubborn boiling at all edges at having the psychic black hole between our ears and eyes as we might define the singularity inside for ourselves, little do we know how our cosmos interacts with us on such a primeval wavelength that our minds cannot even keep up as we advance light years from where we were a few decades ago now and to where given a few decades more we can viably speculate such technologies will be when our carcinization is complete conquering some metastasized frontier in our bodies cesspools one at a time for carcinogenetic growth and discovery with every day spent focused on end goals instead of selfish exploits that come so easily in nature as animals are wont to do Here at their leisure with all the pressures that come accessories to the situation turned fact now present and presenting as obvious traits, no sanity clause to quell those transmogrifying creatures from the depths never fathomed yet of our collective soul as counterweight to a buoying effect trying to force us to a surface where lights are most certainly not our friends beyond the dark as our external senses adjust and adapt to deprivation becoming home while there will always be a few schools of thought attempting to somehow not retain a sensitivity even the fishes use to expand their awareness as though this were a weakness to be exploited by our enemies but how gnarly and unreal this feels when a friend betrays our trust instead… some of us see the world turn against us and truly wish not to understand even amidst utter lack of sense leading only to confusion and frustration at best when left unable to surmise if at all what this thing is that we are absorbed so as not to see the obvious because nothing stands out against the grain with this dead-set mind on a mind set dead where a good mourning greets once we commit ourselves making real fun of every funeral shunning the silence with humor and wit while enjoying the fringe of cringe with other weirdos, as not to be assumed one cannot choose their own family considering how many of us were and are mistreated and abused by our handlers these days like always in the brutal traditions of the past yet still linger passed along to the next within our genes joining with up with other loose ends of the collective string theory while trying to pull it all together into something working for us not against us and a civilizing aeon coming afterwards trying to conceive as truth not implying the false gods we praise with abandon and adoration, and we still have no idea what the shape of ships will be in these times to change us as much we are to change them because we are the conjoined parts of a greater whole that never closes as long as there remains a circuit shooting through a tunnel of borrowed time burrowed into space by awareness we know nothing about except that it exists as palpable tensions that never yield even for those of us with ideals better served of purpose collectively assuming responsibility for our manumission…

thanks, khet_:/