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the Bogus man.

slugs for fingertips and a cackling laugh that nullifies truth, these are great men that we have to look up to, and there is so much praise heaped upon these less-than-humans it is unreal how misguided we can be… the horde of manipulators and madmen and maggots, oh my, and where there are no ways to see things any differently is where they strike first… people are such vapid inhuman things, the animals before conscious sense is merely a humanoid perhaps, and any claims otherwise are sorely tested by the rest of the experiment of being… the man i am is still that young boy that realized how unfair the world really is after the point where any learning or teaching would have changed the destination, people are shards of something brilliant at first, but yet still so fragile and horrible when given time to think for themselves… the standards stand there explaining things like a sphinx in heat, so willing to drool upon the meat as the human is stutters stricken with fear at getting the whole riddle wrong, but where are these overgrown selves to fight away the menace?… are we the new wave of Ebionites, Here to be extolling on the virtues in this spiritual cramp in the side of those ‘Jesus Fish’ lies, and dropping the wealth of an externalized material world to enjoy poverty with fresh eyes… a heart of good and positive things restrained by the contradictory nature of humanity, but the steady glare from the sunshine blind work whorse kind of humans forces one into an inner reflection of sorts… it is difficult to feel sane everything does damage to some extent or another, catching the awareness off-guard with a comment or an accidental miscalculation, but always moving somewhere under the surface of the skin like the disease in remission… the negative being underneath the surface hologram projections of what we call ‘human’, craving to understand what living really is through a mechanical puppet of flesh and bone, but not willing to make the sacrifice of self or ego to become one or the other… instead choosing to pursue control as trained by our intolerance and dislikes, and leading to further social pollution via disdain and indifference through the years, spawning all the deranged qualities inherent in knowing eventual peace in the sprawling emptiness left… even as the ritual summoned a smiting deity, the cosmos found itself needing a way to cleanse the corrupted demiurge from within the system, and Jesus seemed to be a perfectual fall guy… and as a christ-like emanation imbued him with understanding and wisdom, so too did the world need to change shape, and a contradictory essence both real and ethereal was categorically denied by the world at large… most people now reveal only the most positive bits of information about themselves, whether online or real and in person, and this crazily endeavored sequence promotes the random functions of chaos… the caustic sanity intense and remote as the human struggles with attainment of some probable equalization, distractions of all manners smacking one in the face without respect of forewarning, and this dream flows and foibles its way along the destination to something lifelike… the state of bliss fragmentary and not always so quickly attained as each “shortcut” only illuminates a single particular consequential path, and even these routes eat energy only to output a shallow and dangerous trick of the mind, this is where the delusion starts… the vampiric raiders of the mental jungles, slaying all native conjunctions previously familiar, but rebuilding a thing in its place that vaguely resembles what was assimilated into the next system…

Thanks, khet.