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a trick of the Jesus fish.

going backwards for just the moment, we begin to see more than just a convoluted picture, and it is one that depicts individual perspective as demonized misbehavior to be corrected like a vision problem or perhaps something just as commonly to be condemned by the judgmental ones in their splendid superiority high above the other opinions there… jam-packed with earthly delights as the son goes dim and other people take notice of the proclaimed god’s kin as they go about trying to ex out the enlightened look in any other person’s eyes, for a better deal on conformity today a conformity to obey to commit to without regrets, but what kind of bondage does one have to endure in order to meet the needs of the many?… lifelong slavery to the almighty dollar and the extra fees and taxes that go with them, making my mental escape through the cheesy television interpretations of Stephen King with the Langoliers and the Stand (Creepshow is quite interesting for the appearance of King as a country hick at an early point in the film) making my top ten of schlockiest shit ever, but this is merely one part of the beast that distracts us daily away from the wildernesses of the within that we trek as we must all learn to conquer to allow any hope of exit from such an odd place… we suffer from a disease of the cynical to some respect, misunderstood as a realist’s point of view, but it is not and to be a hypocrite is a whole different system of measurement… the particles of passion presented through old-fashioned ideals, it’s nice to know that we are so easy to twist the ideas around ourselves, and especially without the classic fear of retaliation that comes with a war brain set on kill like organic programming should be for the children to respond to… the haunting melodies as they swell and strain from their own will alone swiftly sift through the people like a sieve, we corrupted of humanity a majority built in disgrace for the entertainment quota of the rational fold taking public opinion to new levels of the hoard, and we appear helpless from the outside mind that leads us to stray an unknown wealth of material toward the unseen levels that darkness of our realm leads us to perceive as invisible force for all kinds of form leading the stray cats towards a warm home… the grueling unfathomed creating a tension that cannot be repealed so indifferently into the landfill created for the physical remains of what we have left, warping consciousness toward every turn of growth and avenue, and constraint of which there is none until the right turn of a peculiar phrase… like having a bad orgasm but you still end up getting off somehow anyway… the description peters off there, but anyways, the old heads of fish stuffed into crumbling moldy cakes and passed off as food to make the majority of people sick though for what reason?… we seem easily capable of these destructive forces as though like conduits to channel unfamiliar energies even as we try to familiarize ourselves to the predetermined patterns we are told are there, but what we are told differs greatly from the actuality of change as it happens in the cyclical behavior that it commits to sending ripples throughout the rest of this uninhabitable discretion, having to not only adapt to emotional evolution as well as physical adaptation in its extremes like the rest of the species in the natural creative process achieving total self-awareness by leaps and bounds… sometimes allowing the hurdles to enclose us enough to block our conversational tones from others who want so earnestly to hear and believe in our words, we all wish for trust and love and kindness to be granted upon us, but most times are not those times idealized as they are even within the mind’s eye projecting outward… the eyes record/ perceive while the mind monitors activity/ functions as internal layers redefine previous ideas understood with a particular bearing introducing a rogue element of this tragic age as its spent wares wash ashore of a different land, and even as we discover that we are all the heirs to a grand estate which will provide for us if we care for it, exporting goods to one another in show of good faith in good profit… both competing to take more of the authoritative position amidst mortal desire…

Thanks, khet.