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…on Occasionalism…

…what would be the occasion if we were ever more than just occasional in chittering chats to say the least we can that remain to be seen humane by most respects that expect us to do our best that we retain the same passion and depth of feeling that any other sensitive being should be able to admit to one another in this vicious conundrum beating the sense out of most individuals who decided to stay Here no matter how bad it gets in the spiritual acceptance of a raw deal upon entry to this heathen earth sitting on their laurels amidst the wars and brutality permitted as honor code that has been reinforced written down or told so that perhaps we do not repeat those mistakes again since time immemorial, so sinister that it forsakes the left-leaning in their hard-fought liberal time and place situation Here where a political word out of step with the rest of the general attitude leading this nation’s army into the abyss by leaps and bounds because citizens are not who they can believe they are until certainly-attained points of achievement are retained and then chained at the hip or something to which a person can keep track of their things whatever it is no matter where it is as statement of fact within a surveillance culture such as this chasing ambulances for cash in hand weighing against one’s personal sense of moral code that might not exist until thought of a bit before nailing down like a coffin lid sealing your fate as doomed apostate of unspoken modes and maxims from the beginning from which we hesitate confused as apes confronted with a monolith, on a monomyth reinforced as any other number we have come to be secure in assimilating into one especially when monotonous culture is the gimmick summoned into places by heathen science that still has gathered attention and clicks to bait and switch consuming every waking minute as social gambling tic addicted to a ritual locking us behind panels that reflect attacks back on our lives finding we have taken for granted every aspect prior to involvement with this section of the jurisfictional forcing a mentality of judgment into panicking masses making merry the best they could as past pales in depths of comparison Here… nonesuch nonce words to pulse through throat chakra projecting forward into melodious crescendo tackling human packages built up by those organic processes that take place within the species as without might be implying an artificial means to reproduction such as cloning the droning sounds of machinery with the goal of making them foolproof as opposed to proofs of foolishness whose imaginative impulse and livid curiosity are its ends met Here except in differing gears and cognizant parts in this old eastern engine bloc going critical through the phases of the gulag being razed to the ground to reconstruct something else in its place, the human face with all of its wrinkles and crinkles in time intermittently interjecting throughout the course of the journey as nature’s whimsy affects our speech patterns twirling new turns of phrase from our lips sometimes sealed by the obligatory secrets that keep certain references in check often mated to the threats of harm though not as precious parceled semitone of harmony that a melody and rhythm collaboratively create, but that willful damage inflicted upon others by an instrument of pain and havoc running amok among us with the intent to cause as much destruction as humanly possible as we are all on the verge of becoming these easily triggered time bombs…

thanks, khet_:/