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dracula from Houston.

the butthole surfers and their creative self-fulfilling prophecy, but also reference Burroughs contribution to material’s “Words of Advice” song, especially when getting to the part about vampiric siphoning of time and energy… what is a human being as through the living collective eye of humanity as the social beast loping about as though untethered to the cycle of life that it sacrifices every day like a god in effigy, and it lurks sometimes oft in the shadows which have no discernible depth to the naked eye of the merely human, more than purely an animal as some could at first perceive as they have been perceived at various points over the centuries coldly shaping more of the sharp contrast between primal emotions and the trip of maturity that most of us think in harsh extremes about anyway… the distilling of youthful and uncouth behavior reigns dominant as we grow into the human thing we have become, and are eventually going to utilize in each our own ways to shape reality to approval whether our own grown-up version of this as perhaps the collective image of right and wrong, though what if it were something more like this where we obey more than merely the conscious animal hive mind to keep warm when we are all truly one-of-a-kind explorers of “reality”…. whatever that ever was… same as it ever was… it is what it is… everything is everything… its all there, dude… the stalk of the wheat within the fields is an untrustworthy gauge by which follow, and too many unfriendly rats lurk amongst the more culpable of the crop where the farmers choose to let the wyld grasses grow where they may, however today is a weed-killer string of syllables set to ensnare the already captured mind unsettled by the sound echoing through the acoustic wasteland of your skull hollowed out from below and inside… the energy disembowels it is so strong and wrong to replace it from the organic portal where you have made yourself at home, but fear not at being captured alone, for you are very much among the many Here anyway who believe that anything true can just be shown to you like reading truth from ancient verse is literally divination, though the way it strikes me is as excrement because of the appearance of the christian myth is everywhere and is infrequently used to indoctrinate the youth… the stemming abuse can be traced to the strong opposition early on to the sweeping changes in approach that began even be before the jesus became a scapegoat to religiously rape the world spread viral propaganda interlaced with jewels of derived value from a further more biased lens of ancient wisdoms, but it hasn’t ended the tyranny in any direction even through objective historical stances on the Crusades and Inquisition all in the name used in vain to ward off all opposing parties with our one god over your one god sorts of mentalities that go over so well thousands of years later in evolution and modification of behavior that humans produce, here’s to thinking we might all be sane one day none too soon in the future so as to be better able to glimpse what remains of our time Here among the stronger creatures that obviously seem to know much more than ourselves… collectively we are insanely powerful, but the conflict of personality is a potent toll that strikes up the argument most passionately enough to wake the visceral emotion from its sleeping pit in the mind’s eye, pumping out drugs like powerful natural painkillers are supposed to do when the feeling is flight or fight threatened out there somewhere among the automatons… swiftly carrying out what they were told to do as function is their mind control device used instead of a human soul that works for them at any cost, the humanity literally bleeds from us in streaks of red that horrible beastly leeches drain back into the system as cursed and empty heads grown up in labs that fed these fictional souls at the end of a stick on which quite strangely was shoved past their anuses, and injected when young so of course its not their fault but the system’s literal faultiness that needs to change before we do become cursed by the wealthy beasts who live among us trying their damnedest to get away from us… one of us, one of us, we’re all somehow one of us…. geeble-gobble-gooble-gore… no more, my friends, left…

Thanks, khet.