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Fond of the high.

seeing things in terms of black and white, good and evil, has made me feel pressure to justify my actions and my existence as the outside world makes few exceptions with beings that do not take the initiative… in the biology of being, we either follow or lead with ‘and/ or’ taking a positive turn, and the ‘but’ takes on negative implication as the limiting factors shine through the hesitant minds in this situation… it all seems so random, but there appears as though a conspiracy of purpose lying on the horizon, when it seems certain as though things will work out but they do not… the opposite conspiracy at the same time is one of the happening trumping everyone’s various plans in the works for these seemingly random fits to counteract problems, the monster humanity treats every other respective being of the species as shit before the respect even begins, and nobody has room for anybody else anymore… it is difficult to discern the laughter from the screaming on this trip through, it really is something different for each of us on this plane, and only a slight few of us seem to fill the shoes enough for the holy guardian angel to grant we beasts an audience with cosmic forces beyond our direct comprehension… unlike the rest of your potheads, i have nothing to celebrate this particular holiday this year, but seek and you shall find whatever it is that you might need… where there is a will, there is a way, but you already knew that didn’t you?… so what is common sense for that matter, huh?… constantly accused of needing it to circumvent the stupidity i seem beholden to, confusion is the latest in a long line of trends and excuses for which there is no reason, but the human fallacy for requiring a crutch of any sort really… whether these crutches work for or against you is up to the pressing of certain limits, respect for the spirits all around you as well as within you, and you might just find what it is you are after in life… there is no reason to fear the deity, if you believe that deity is there to guide you to something better, but this belief must be resolute or there are consequences within the specific milieu one allows themselves to enter at will… this language allows for so many various descriptors, but there are few that aren’t used with at least more than two contradictory means, these dual plus definitions ruin an otherwise sober and reflective conversation… the context becomes unique when the gaps in time are long, but the emotions never get heated to the point of sacrifice, of which there are degrees with an equal and opposite resonance… all the varying reflective facets to this crystal ball, visions are mad stupid but not completely out of range for the numb, dumb or wasted… the trash park fractured features force the bubbles to boil out of the backside like the pimpled pocket of pus, outrage at the holy spurt not quite aligned right, and then regret and guilt smack of dead fish with a scent stinking of cold sweat… waking up fending off the implied fix that words tend not to be more than cover for actions covert, whether hiding in plain sight the white lines seem to cut the boundaries between us all, and surrounded by more sounds and syllables than needs be deciphered all at once… the information is always expanding, but the trunks and vessels of these creatures are so static in comparison to the etheric motion of moods as they change, both the setting and the mindset…

Thanks, khet.