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the resistance urge.

wired into the feeding mind, we grow weary like cattle, the societal umbilicus is our meat and our bread and butter all in one horribly convenient package… for a packaged age, sealed in plastic with our best intentions in mind, and the plastic becomes part of our bodies… the hearts of animals no longer replacing the hearts of mankind… soon you’ll be able to be attached to your computer, and then you will never escape an internet between the information Here and that which is there, the virtual will be connected to your head but I don’t know if you’ll appreciate it… where does the rebellious sensation to just disengage come to be real?… is it real for every body?… like some great circuit, perhaps the circuit of god, but no matter as we face an equally intense horizon into the future… the urge to kill might be a resistor, but what do we know as moral creatures these days?… there is no way you can keep dragging me over your open tomb… are you the resistor?… even with the electrodes in place over the eyes and ears, and telling us what we should think, is there any message that we need to look forward to except freedom?… the urge to resist a system that already tries to bypass our functional approach to making the world unite, a way beneath the skin to condemn ourselves to the purity of conflict and detention, and we always come to do it to ourselves before others… only as a tease to what horrors that it could so easily be… this biological technology stinks of rot and ill-advised plans… unforgiving forces take our bones and bodies to declare what real is and has to be… not just human ones, but those that can never be mentioned, neither with a tongue nor the right language to pronounce them as what we consider gods to be… the forces always lie just beneath the skin, and we have few ways of getting them to listen to our gilded tongues… the energy derives a new way to administer to the others… the narrowed focus for being real Here…