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children of the Doomed.

derelict plans taunt the vision into knowing what is out there, into believing that there is anything better out there, and into the unknown we seem to want to spiral… the american hobo lifestyle that we could all work out if we allowed ourselves the ingenuity, bartering for our means trading what we can, and struggling along like the rest of the populace by then… what are we thinking at all to promote this stuck-in-place mindset, fearing for the getting ahead that an over-taking of this magnitude entails, and it should be the next logical step even if it requires acknowledging the amount of rhetoric that has been used against us all… we have the cultural blinding agent in our eyes as a collective, we cannot get over the fact that we are more splendid all together than as the various separately achieving ulterior motivators, and trying to pep talk the new world army into submission… representing the American scream in the age of inevitable oppression, offering no such luck as to be utterly penitent or patient with the ways that deceive us to some extent, but the system will lock you away for threatening any shard of the status quo… the bar is hung so high up because it is a selective crisis when one of the lower classes becomes rich, or takes over for an important cultural figure, that the freak out is almost an eventuality… so many feel as though they were cut from the cloth without a means to the thread, that an ending is so mighty and sure when looking for rest is unsound, and the tactics we need are woefully lost upon our senses in this culture ripe with strife and unfortunate deals… fearing for the worst case, when the limb becomes blackened enough by atrophy that there is no hope other than amputation, and even then you cannot say it is a full success… a success in the abominable course that our voracious appetites have taken care of us, devouring all other paths into an assimilated plea for order from this mayhem, and undertake this mission statement for others of our kindness… we need the music as a seed to the future selves that we will be, those people who have overcome their problematic systems, and the turnabout into fair play that we all wish was really apparent… i say we should all try our best to come up with some other interpretations to our greatest thinkers’ literature and works, so that we can define a new age in a new way that doesn’t reject any point of view, words that you cannot call deception because of the variety of perspectives out there, and the freedom unlimited by moralistic social constraints or anachronistic opinions used to manipulate the masses… we are the anecdotal antidote to the next living plague, where masses of sweaty bodies are limp and out of sorts once the apathy unfolds over our eyes, and the mysterious is again locked away from our prying minds… we are the children of the doomed…

Thanks, khet.