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Thug eat thug.

hey, dog, its over Here… no more will one dog have to kill another dog to get to the top, this particular vision cannot sustain itself rightly, and plays out as a much deadlier power struggle overall… this struggle is inhabited by gangsters and players and thugs, oh my, that believe they are at the top of a street level game, but one thoroughly invalid in this age on the way to change… with all domestication through television, is it not fitting that a violent social underclass would eventually overthrow the idea of peace, and especially in a system where we allow ancient white man to fuck with our minds on a daily basis… they fill a role that no dogs can fit because dogs aren’t the appropriate crossbreed anymore to display outrageous masculine traits of faked domination for show, only the broken humans can be so cunning like the animals, and yet have the potential to become another advanced citizen of the future… as we breed, though, we have a habit of leaving a particular sense of ourselves behind as we quest to advance ourselves, and these offspring carry on the traits that continue this game of “one-up-man-shit”… this game interjected by the dinosaur brain that constantly tests our resolve to take this undeveloped suffering state to the next level, to find out who the best of the best really are in the long run plays made for fame and wealth and power, and it all just really makes me sick to think we have let it go even this far without compassion being an applied concept except where it counts most… compassion is something that even dogs, with all of their force-fed upon them domestic terror, have known before man could capture them to make them enslaved… even showing compassionate truth towards the humans enforcing their warped behaviors, of tricks and duties unjustly stereotyped as man’s best friend, and to these are the vital lessons we allow generations of the people to learn to forget in a selfish pursuit to gain the upper hand… trying the damnedest things to get the shallow plans in motion, laying waste to the ocean of beings out in the open, and we are not remorseless in the expression of guilt thrust upon the animal body… swimming against the misery current pulling the body and mind away from each other, both collectively and at the same time separately tugging at the human forms in this vast sea of knowledge and experience, and some of us are just floating along by our life preservers… the boat that sailed out on is long decimated by the cruel teetering that this writhing creature the sea has long been, and capable of teaching us the strong laws of life lesson that force everyone else under the gauntlet, the power was thrown down on top of us to keep us docile and receptive no matter the harsh beating we might suffer… the elite seem to want to find themselves supreme, at the top in this lopsided world where the lowest common denominator is forced to eat defeat, and there are no simple sequences to follow to make it all appear worthwhile… we all seem to suffer one small detail at a time…

Thanks, khet.