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the word ‘christian’ has become perverted and synonymous with ‘american’ values of spirit which is another poisonous oxymoron out there ruling over our actions abysmally, and left pooling our little resources together like some fecal toilet fetish lost in the swirling waters sinking down… the physical is slowly digesting our relative conscious awareness as part and parcel of the assimilation of these easily grouped mainstream martyrs waiting to be killed as the next sacrificial lambs of a fraudulent claim of god requiring their souls before HE can move on to greater cosmic achievements, but we decide to devote our lives to the pseudo-sacred motions of devout discretion hold us in a juvenile retardation for shit and giggles to hold over the less-fortunate by the decadent braggarts and heartless bastards that make up the mire of elite mistakes that reverts our expectation until it lowers to a standard so far below what is needed that we simply shrug away all total human responsibility apathetically like the zombie robots we are working towards through our death forcing the becoming as worlds collide… how do you quiet the fears and worries of souls so afraid to die out?… a highly inoperable brain rumor persists terrorizing the local fauna from their necessary destinies and personal duties… it is as though we must be able to recollect from a different vantage point altogether all of the details left through the imprints on the subconscious mind impressed by previous lives, and these remnants all coalesce into the anima mundi, or ‘world soul’, we believe oversees our actions as mortal beings… it has its own agendas far removed from our own belief in a stable reality, but is it an aspect of the corrupted demiurge or just a construct created by the evolution of consciousness?… who will be left there to pull out an exegesis of my work Here?… the mockery of our tribe comes so naturally as to parody the absolute sense of self at all out right, in this phenomenal realm of matter we are merely conscious animals aware of little more than our own endeavors to break free of a static quality that traps us into the crazy impact obligating ourselves to the selfish needs of others, but it is not so easy to break that determined cycle of life with liars’ rights provoked… the stupendous mystery that hides behind walls of misery are contrasting to the freedom we on this side of the unreal take for granted, but given by what force of nature to some such a set of condemnable creatures such as we, the roving packs of criminal intent honed sharp on the broken bits of proffered livelihood stolen from others less adept at tracking their own effect on the world… bytes of rediscovered vision taken to the limits unfathomed before today, that only some kind of persistent glare of focus can take to the next level with an eye on the prize while Here, but nothing is so easy as the words used to make reality bend without the aid of a prism for this refracted light stream shooting into our perceptions… misunderstood by every some what intelligent intuition that we can casually cope with, our hearts utilizing dope like the pope’s slippers to aid in our spiritual recollection, and maybe you could also refer to it as the soul’s defragmentation utility… what we seek is always a different matter than what will make us peek in on the lively argument between warring factions in the circuit of certain destruction, where is the rightful intermediary that will bring both sides into view properly, and how can it be that regulation on our feelings has such a piss-poor common sense to make things better for everyone involved… it seems to be kill or be eaten by the predators laying siege upon this engine set against gods and monsters… determined to die eating life…

Thanks, khet.