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the brain is retrolinked to the ancient minds and ways of thought, thinking slowly like retarded minions or the severely aged, and that moronic demonic mindset tries to control each plague of humanity to whittle down the less worthy ones… even as intelligence bends the light into many various pleasing shapes, we are amusing ourselves to death Here, and we are struck heavily by the momentum of this thing created by our ancestors though not helpless to stop it if we tried… the ancient gods as long-lost alien tribes searching for new materials through the cosmos, who is to say that beings in the outer space wouldn’t resemble our own “lower” life forms, but with a greater capacity to think and feel than first thought possible by our limited minds?… we feel so great as a superior species upon the face of the earth, but we do not know anything really beyond the sensory data we have already collected together, the experience of the modern human always on display for any and all reasons… trying to find a strong decisive attitude among the weak feels next to impossible for anyone like me who does not appear to give any bit of a shit for any other beings but themselves, one can put on the mask of concern just as easily as the mask of disgust, and usually it is these roles that make us fake a sense of things as they are when really there is no idea in our heads as to what the next step might be Here… we tremble and shiver as the cold realization sends chilling sparks down our spines, and we each realize we must get moving to resolve something without an obvious solution, not just going through the random motions of abuse as befits our idiot arrogance… the real truths are not some abstract principle that cannot be conducive to practicality as we might be so prone, but there are ways to defy this genetic make-up we have thrown upon our faces to look better than everyone else entirely… the fascism of the opportunist gives way to the blistered edge of the revolutionary landscape we want to escape to, where adventure is relived day-to-day under the guise of a population unaware, and the killers are ineffectual in their casual assault on our senses as we go on to function without distraction… the war inside is reflected/ projected as an exterior war against what scares us the most, whether the size of a microscopic amoeba or the gigantic man-made defilers of atomic fire and radiation, we are tied to what demands we give it a tithe in negative emotion, and it is this signal that gets picked up on in the ether that reverberates throughout a culture always on the brink… whether the brink of incredible innovation or cataclysmic disaster, there is a sense that we are on the cusp of some cosmic thing that will push us into the next level of reality, even if that means giving up the ghost for this evil meaty shell… not to say that we are all bad as a species, but we certainly don’t know any better far too much to understand where we are coming from Here, i for one take too much too seriously not wanting the bondage to grip too tightly as i chaff so easily… it becomes a demanding thing to keep up with all the output from all sources, especially now that everything is digital, though there are times i feels more at peace within the information stream rather than human interaction… however, those times come and go, much as the good times when they roll…

Thanks, khet.