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Humans must know.

hideous drops of body rot, divinity is not granted by preachers, but is realized from within the sphere of influence that all parts become liberated whether puzzling or not… the mind riot of the static denizens Here is a simplistic affair laced with thrills and spilling agony, the work of a printer’s devil indeed, but what gremlins are disposed of at my fingertips i wonder?… this substantial human being i am does not even register a thirty year old atrophy in the mind, wanting of a taste of something to perfect among the masses of asses out there dancing to a solemn beat of grinding workhouse rhythms where the blue of these people toil and spoil themselves while they had the time in their pose of irresponsible degenerate, but the wastrel too polite to kick out of bed has become that parasitic fiend feeding your negative index to its fullness… the dark eyes that lure and repeat the condemnation from within stare off into nothingness, that greedy sensation halfway between bliss and total frustration, and we must know where the sidewalk ends before this concrete cannot suspend our weight any longer… the aliens are real but in a less than suspect form than those tactics applied to humanity normally conceived of as the crackpot’s truth, and we get so easily confused because the aliens wear human skins as well as the native inhabitants Here, however these beings are just corrupted essences that can lead the weak general populace to ascending behaviors for the betterment of their humanity overall instead of these “funny” fear games that politicos and their cowardly type find themselves transfixed with… because fucking with humanity is the reptilian disease that these particular people are addicted to without remorse, actions that defile another human being’s will to live is a sacrilege for all the wrong reasons, and the few that understand the power in these situations abuse their fellow humans ability to follow one continuous line of thought throughout a provision that doesn’t allow for comprehension as that would be an act too costly an activity to indulge in for the sake of others… too far from the human line of subjectivity, we have plundered over the edge of this bionic oblivion into heroism, but thinking in the backs of our far-flung future minds of the plans elaborately made and maintained by the professional aspect of the human endeavor and its voracious appetite for the static plague of conscious beings held down by the systemic oppression made wholesome by marketing and advertising agendas making everyone and their babies’ baby a demographics for any need of charting capability to diagram for easier digestion by the complex sugars we hail as godly affectations of the mild… these futile tyrants are trying to absorb the madness of the ancients, you realize this, don’t you?… like every other selfish child, a lesson must be taught in order to subdue that impulse to take advantage of all the loopholes that are inflicted through the undermined seriousness of the situation, and it is this serious face taken too far that provokes our laughter and spite and sarcastic fury when the chance allows for us to see things this way… we are the dopes in the pope’s blouse that he hides from the other cardinal rules of the generally law-abiding citizens that have taken themselves way-too out of the loop for anyone to want to pull them back into orbit, we see these relays back and forth without questioning them in their fierce evolution of the truth from mandible to symbol in a time line of quickening pallor as the living dead move about as though there were some life in it yet, and still we eclipse the truly living things…

Thanks, khet.