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…self sacrif-Icing on the cake…

…a remission of sensibilities informs me donating whatever is left of a barren psyche weeping for contact contracted within oneself too often it dulls the senses unless something explosive occurs to observe serving no function other than collapsing Here on occasion with my self esteem as fully detached as possible while fearing for the worst events to ever roll forth from the bowels of some gigantic greater creature we are merely a small piece of in this vivid science friction against a grain of common sense we are all inheriting from long ago spirits that dread along what fearful steps, may tread and find courage through the darkest heart of our own self-interest applying pressure for us to perform as advertised even though nobody knows from where it comes or where it goes wisdom worming its way among the supposed masters and slaves never to be saved by the simple gods thought complex enough to worship instead of seeing the inner animism that each concept holds as a soul residing deep inside layers we are unable to visualize accurately because of how limited these forms we take on truly are if not this suitably managed our internal drive only wishes destruction, as a function of reproduction and appropriation most insignificant to accept by default on grounded notions of sacrifice necessary to achieve wisdom in any genuine form to excise the energy as resource stored now yet eventually used in the chase or pursuit of cherishing the journey through which we have now made acquaintance Here channeling through resistance to open free exchange of ideas amidst a wealthy renaissance of vibrations weaving motions behind the scenes in which we dream collectively this new orientation as befits conclusions we come to all on our own cognizance shipping ourselves through dense suspect calamity… circumspect expectations credit us with the collapse aptly distinct for our times Here now yet nowhere specific pacifying ourselves with gadgets and gizmos to hold our attention ice cold solid and focused only on a few things at any given moment that passes away goodbye which is to say emotions get expressed in other ways that save me effort by closing off distance between myself and others ranging through this desert of the real alone though not necessarily lonely from this personal solitude researching who this person was meant to be versus the special kind of merely being human, as the fragile found futile in efforts to understand thoughts visceral through feral brain tissue whose autonomic systems work in series of sharp theories slicing open minds suddenly called to action in defining this attraction to distraction vacuous dangerous and damaging to the plans set in motion far before our new birth Here to witness something more than nothing but the localized tragedy of learning to live with such disappointed expectations throughout our lives collapsed into human shape to crave a means to escape from the doubt and the pain championed suffering to make us stronger killing us in the processing, complex archival qualities that lock us into place with our jobs and our shelter and whatever credits we can claim to shame ourselves and others away from us continued even after we are gone from this living state of being doing our best to relate to such alien terrain Here causing messes and mayhem the same as when we were infants terrible yet conditioned somehow to play then work forcing a cognizant dissonance upon our collective conscience rather than a pro-science stance apart from the mob mentality much like our thoughts soaring separate from the physical body used to express…

thanks, khet_:/