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a raise from the Grave.

the average savage human is retarded by their pessimism like a disease, this infectious agent takes hold of the mind and wits deteriorating the positive receptors as the personality edges closer to the more cynical predisposition of dread, but we are never alone in trying to understand these complicated ways that assault and overwhelm even the most common of senses… the static minds writhe to define this hostile waste of energy going on at all times around us, it is a difficult protest to wager in the heat of this hard-working laborious recessive gene to shine a light upon depressing truth about the way it is, but why spend all day trying to think for oneself when obviously that is part of your problem… as you are not necessarily the chosen person to be incarnate and consciously recognizing what symbols gods really are out there in the wide open spaces of the mind, closed off from the direct recoil to outside stimulus somewhat through the layers of the transient beast that wanders through the wastelands Here before us on the horizon as if seen only by the mind’s eye, but even in this toxic world we find our niche carved by the ancients of traditional and brutal conditioning measures… though, from parent to child, there remains no sign of the wasted or warped psychic fuel that really chews up what defines a brain these days even with the raw foods and organic living… we are royally fucked in some ways that slip beyond even our grasping hands at concepts playing at the harrowing turf wars that only children and murderous fools need as distractions to kill off the remaining few who can actually do something for themselves, we are tricked into thinking this sheltering ray of false hope is the god’s honest truth through and through, and this might seem to limit our skill of finding self-worth where the need for self-confidence arises between employee and employer in their shared and hopefully symbiotic relationship to one another… a mutual benefit that might recall a certain form called serfdom, and at what cost the levels of comfort we try in vain to indulge before a godless systematic end in less than pleasant confines at best, oh the dread that closes this slight gap between the being as human and the human as being machine the ideal goal of this profit/ comfort-driven mortal called employer… most commonly the Man who holds all the cards at one time with a savage sly that reveals the survivalist identity that competes with itself as the rest of “humanity” could take a shit for all this corporate fucker cares, the bodies kept in motion to take care of the day’s chores in preparation for a paycheck at the end of a week, two weeks or more like the end of time for all anyone ever seems to understand by foregoing humanity only to feign a total dumbfoundedness… the mutinous instinct tries to pry open my mental faculties alone, but cannot cage away the gremlin emotional stir that fuses and confounds the communication between human body as the animate mammalian with the visions well-defined by this future mindset that filters through this “reality” of the everyday, that somehow manifests in intriguing mandala matrix patterns breaking down and reforming to show one what the truth will be for them beyond the Mystery of rebirth left after this dead sick mental charisma… this vicious cycle tries to spend what little resources it does have to invade the space, and take the resources of the other halves as they might fit through the gaping wound in the wake of such invasive maneuvers made that way, manipulating the pop and the fizz that we take for granted so easily with wordings that always complicate the real things that need to be said… a strict regimen that will not ever completely die out even as the reality of the paradigm shifts where the wealth was in the hands of the aging moral patriot, soon it will disperse among the hopeful in larger and larger quantities than can be suppressed at once as the rightful owners reclaim their values again, and a collapsing system might at first defy the gravity of the situation as the words come easy for this form to expose what it thinks is a gracious reward it seems… this conquest met with vital integrity…

Thanks, khet.