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the artifice of Orifice.

flaws of the father far outreach the giving qualities of a repugnant heir, and instead twist the fantastic and realistic expectations of an age in chaos into a knot that will bear the burdensome feeling there is a goal to shoot for in the distance, some are possessed with the fascination to untie the knot like a puzzle as it releases clues to a foundation of emotional wealth that is unsullied by the stench of money… then there are those like myself in the majority fighting against the crimes of the culture that birth inhumane practices to subdue the human animal in the actualization of a real human potential, or the creation of the individual destiny manifested without harsher than imagined consequences of action, we are raised in ongoing mutiny of social structures to either become a piece in the immense nomenclature of this flawed whirligig perpetual motion (read: moron) machine spitting out more fools and charlatans as an antidote and catalyst to enact the new and innovative use of extremes…. or the human can accept only the personal locomotion that makes their own world move as though in a halfway synchronous harmony with the other tiny bubbles everyone else creates to protect themselves from the everyday pains of living, those things that cannot be avoided are to be confronted so as to push the limits of profound insight that human beings are capable of seeing and realizing, but the culture of this society was once organic and now is flaunting the fact that the mechanism is now more industrial than it had been before… a mad machine-like mentality loosed upon the chaotic to find efficiency in flaws and foibles, to either eradicate individuality for a homogenous state or embrace those traits to assimilate calm into the whole of a far-too-gone humanity that bleeds its own people for the entertainment of the hideous and disgusting beasts that imply human traits after assuming a human form to work out the details, and this thing we created leers at us from behind the cosmic wall of glass that keeps its havoc outside of the physical estrangement it currently knows because then we truly lose control for ourselves… backsliding into all those natural human traits once the firm ground of success is taken for granted by the animals wanting to be respected for their power, crushing the accessibility of the stored potential energy by taking advantage of manipulating the causes to rally around, and delivering the negative material to squeeze out what is left of the heavenly guiding light residing inside of our imaginations… that human spark of divine influence because unlike this flesh, it is not anything human in the beginning before conception awaiting freedom beyond the nothingness that clears the surface mind of intelligence before passing beyond the gates to the body of a mortal form, and this alien mind houses more secrets for unlocking potential energy than can be conceived of in the human mind and heart… what obnoxious animals we take ourselves to be, challenging the worthless surge of fated grain that we seem to force ourselves against to break the mold and the cutter that maims us into place with the rest of these wicked beasts we are among, but that random train of thought passes by faster than the schedule can describe it going synaptically… the information rallies past our senses and intrigued faces in the dreamy oncoming rush that predicts freedom even though there is nothing, but subtle change moving like worms in the earth underneath our feet, Here is the period of change we require to move further along on the scale from good to better without sliding back into worse as a goalpost… a sign that we are closer than perhaps at first able to be perceived by human sight with some warning lights to show us not far from completion…

Thanks, khet.