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the artist Ablaze.

questions arise when lit as the perilous fuse is by the fires of inspiration, we are in an age amongst post-compression of the information overflows into the segmented streets and airwaves that bugger us with the memetic penetrations necessary for all the requisite assimilation through that organic process of organizational filter that the mind becomes as the active transmitter and machine in its own right, the contradictions are everywhere whether you see these flippant attempts at mind control or not… the maximum mentality of un-defeat is what can lock people in a state of instability, the ‘un’ state of anything is a weak attempt at a reverse assimilation progress everyone is guilty of once in awhile, and takes the form of displays in hating things in veiled sideways and sinister gestures slipping out to say ‘it is not exactly a defeat…’ kind of argument started by those antagonistic and ever-flammable feelings at the surface like nerve endings… when it becomes difficult to give up the honest ghost that joy affects, and admit that there is nothing substantial to the “more-responsible” hierarchy mood swing disorder, authorities aren’t there to prevent the disorder because they are there to preserve disorder with which to profit in the pockets of future worthless generations of the decadent and privileged otherwise to the reality of this whirlwind massive in demands from the hordes of us as there are now materializing all over the world… the breakthrough of intrusive signals floating on trajectories with the pointed purposes that rig the relationship electric dialectic that all participate within, the subconscious originality within each of us born from somewhere deeper than labels or idol worship of any kind as nothing substitutes for nothing these days after the money metaphysics of gain distortion collapsed the 4th wall in these pre-apocalyptic upheavals of myth and legendary storytelling by words from underneath the moronic dictatorship inside the structure, but we are not weakened any worse for wear even with the rug pulled out from under our collective feet if either of those cliches make any sense squeezed together… the obvious myth has been the bureaucracy that has bitterly shoved a cloven devil’s hoof into the topographical democracy through a shared televised awareness of what humanity really is, but this element of struggle is starting to kick into a different cyclical pronouncement as the newer age dawns through the warp of this thing called ‘human history’ that which has been agreed upon by the few to overwhelm the many, not the same delivery as pertaining to this abject statement of freedom we have blanketing the problems as the bloody wreck gushes still wounded and unsavory… the violation of the civilized authority under stony observation and judgment that has allowed its own secret customary sacrifices to artificial and materialistic frauds under cloak-and-dagger benefit only, a strange ‘trip’ of the power-hungry animals that hive minds have become these days indeed with their pre-dated predatory natures damning their actions as their reptilian desires crawl to the surface in the phases of humanity’s spiritual evolution in the dark of the mind’s eye in the deafening crowds… the animal urge produces no synergistic commodity, but instead an art of shuffling all of these objectified lives around us and even our own sometimes, sucked into the maelstrom at levels that reach beyond the soul and even this conscious awareness of our eventual oblivion… it tricks us and learns ways to get into our heads disguised as divine madness, but perhaps this is the repercussion of cultural changes as depicted by the artists and scribes divine in some way that eludes the direct mention under fearful oppressions that whine like a siren, that of the oppositional tool in the midst of a proactive awareness that sees only this excruciating cynical witty anomaly of human heredity and instinct… this animal trophy for a base opinion be quelled and dispelled of its fury in matchstick blaze for a funerary glory as gory in intent as the altars raped with blood yielding to violence and violation aeons ago in the distant realms at the base of the spine, that we have truly developed beyond when we were all nine years old at some point, and it is from Here that a Kundalini exists to rise up in the stride of human treads as the work further defined by filter of human mind as interpreter… whether social or mechanical…

Thanks, khet.