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melting into the arms of the other side of things as they seem, beyond the functional of ornament, and certainly without the implements of awareness to propel through the social vortex unharmed… like a worm the mind works through the soiled mess that hold subtle potential deep within, and there are few rare bits that go without being somehow unattained or reclaimed by someone on the outside… these are the pieces that souls are yearning for, these holy grail class ideals that are always and ever will be out of reach, and this fecal fecundity grabs hold the attention to rattle and shake the nervous collection of wires and contraptions to make man whole… grafting the unfathomable idea of a soul to the whimpering catapult of most blissful suffering, and add to that the makeshift struggle between classes with religion at the foremost rectal angle with which to plant one’s third eye firmly, the only thing you could ever attain from that posture is realizing that you are being fucked… the ether drifts through us all, but too many times are there going to be instances where ideas are truly not meant to pass into our hands, the quicksand grip that most people try to implement once the moment is already past… having understood the import of such thoughts once vital connection is made, a vivid timing begins to make clear the distinct ranges between the self and the total of everything else involved, and the search is always on for that primal connection lying at the heart… counter this culture with its own reversed psycho-logic-kill, not die for the cause, but pausing to counter destruction of ourselves included… fuel to the fires in the furnace of the damned, a recreational tool for the foolish preacher man, and perhaps submitting to the greater good means doing what makes me happy instead of doing what i should… this infernal vision is not without the plastic plan, to solidify every ephemeral scheme into something punishable by law, and an eternal damned debt to enforce the righteous hive grind… the sticky situation in optioning the rights out to mimic what matters least, that syringe-based fringe darkening the arms by choice, and yet no real reinforcement to being just… the death of noble thoughtful trust…

Thanks, khet.