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Psycho filler.

all these rarified tastes in meat and drink boiled up from a human animal that only believed what it wanted to believe, pacing around the ancient landscape for the primordial amenities, and this picture hasn’t changed at all since the beginning… there have been modifications in the diet of humans, but very few and far between the generations in this present age, though the worst it got seems to me to have been the atrocious conditions in the early industrial revolution… a pinnacle that became compounded over the course of two world wars, making remnants of the fear and hate from that era still linger in our own collective psyche, and there is no means to make collaboration real if there is too much preferential treatment of the effects and not the causes for this waste… i feel as though like a human animal whose wool has begun to be pulled away, but as i interact with other people, i feel a certain awareness of how the core of my being is this human animal… centuries have not completely erased the unease we feel around our own, the tensions build each other into a state of eventual collapse with the accompanying negative emotions attached to an atmosphere of futility, and where are we supposed to go once we have reached that final plummet from the cliffside of our own devising… am i just a casual observer of my own worst traits?… or do i have the power to change things for the better?… do i even care what happens to the rest of these people?… it feels to me like logic and common sense are my two problematic conflicts, these traits do not aid me in communication as the concepts seem to hang limply from the head like hair, and understanding a compromise must be reached as you can play with the limp strands all you wish… doesn’t mean you will feel or look better at all because the network functions on a per-to-peer basis, and what do you do when you have no peers?… you isolate because each position is unique… left to build experiential data into the metaphorical walls to keep out the offenders that try to solicit problems right on our collective doorstep, the soiled lobby floor trampled to death the truth of righteous excision which is the trick we need in the harsh light of this dire age to sever the wool from our blocked sights, and tearing obsolete blinders from our eyes may just require reconstructive surgery when the deed is done… for a society in need of something more than this resetting that we have been left to deal with on our own, but to whose vision will we conform ourselves in order to see the light piercing through the dark ignorance of insecure vanities, that there can be no fault but our own is the lesson striking hard against us in our collective intelligence… as the spinning energies wear thin on the skin of the cosmic void, and we are taunted/ haunted by the idea of eventual collapse without hope to lift us above our fears and panic, to allow us the motion of drifting on our laurels once the satisfaction threshold is breached by human will… the essence of the emptiness surrounds like a dream that all of us participate within, the rigid systems we employ are only temporary gears to displace ourselves further from a conscious removal of self, and we seek to interact with while at the same time deny others from looking inside of our minds… the psychotic size of the universe allows for all combinations to be tested and arranged for the human consumption that it concerns at this point, but we cannot allow ourselves to take for granted what is needed to achieve the starry destinations beyond this theater of tragedy… the social consequence of our missteps now will take us farther ahead…

Thanks, khet.