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the trenches aren’t filled with blood, my friends (and i use the term loosely for those that might happen to stumble upon these fractious writings), but rather positive attitudes of dissent that fills the atmosphere like intangible creativity in flux itself transferring through all of these people wherever or whomever it happens to be with, the world is always changing and we have to adapt in order to survive beyond those teasing tragic mortal years where we are so temporarily disposable like many other organic things that rise from the earth in a kind of suspension throughout the motion of many decades perhaps less time even just years to months… the overcrowding in the streets of angry yet reserved unification of people of all kinds is intense to say the least whether you are of the thriving few or struggling on either coast or interested party for revolt, and there is a profit to be made somehow from playing all sides against each other even as breakthroughs in social technology render their vapid attempts to reassemble the monoculture system that exists today mocking society like a viral vampiric force draining the hope through wealth and power, leaving grief and guilt and shame to drive mad those who respect fair earnings and financial balance as the parasitic cannibal culture drains more from you and me if there is no relent soon… who are we when translated by me the ‘i’ telling you this shit is out of whack at the moment, but is desperately beginning to actually change for the better no matter what the ‘ivory towers’ are saying inside their hollow opinions locked in tight with every belonging they have ever believed they owned, the odd people out to whom are dubbed the “one percent” above everyone else even as i thought this might have began as a documentary that was filmed by an elite-born director (think Johnson & Johnson) that was blocked by his family’s financial adviser inasmuch as his family in general… however, his persistence won past the naysayers that tried to force away his camera and questions as he contacted close relatives of theirs and went to posh seminars to reveal some of the horseshit he was swallowing that many were taught was the be believed as truth, but this is set in a brainwashed world where actual truth never mattered even though this gift always floated around their heads like false snow in the globe just shaken… flash maybe a decade or so into the future, and Here we are being introduced to democratic general assembly pulled straight from the coffin that corruption commercial and industrial incorporations have shoved it back in the day before all this insane internet bullshit materialized, this where the interests acting in our interests have lost their fucking minds by corrupting democracy with a tainted taste of weird capitalist voodoo that uses words written in triplicate to define an angular place where self-interest is often lost to profit and bottom lines that get crossed in the real world that cannot be replicated on paper with harsh analysis alone… the ninety-nine percent of us feel used by this intricate system that defies explanation as easily for those who prefer to strategize struggling with the absolute terms relayed from others who might remain faceless voices for the rest of their lives, the signal always breaks up the further it has to travel down the string with each pass inching forward being caught and delivered elsewhere for a moment as like a speech given for a group by one wo/man with only figureheads strength behind him no matter the intelligence that flares behind the eyes, and many leaders have had the skill to guide the people toward destiny even as that righteous delivery can become as a corrupted instinct to kill all one’s neighbors in disguise… the frightening masks need too come down as they were hardened there to begin with by the sarcastic survival game played awkwardly since the nineteen-fifties or even during the second World War perhaps when again social change struck with grave potency, but instead of reaching for the epiphany that shone in the near distance as a brilliance unlabeled by human eyes that opens the cosmos with waves of dissonance in its wake as the ripples hit both heads and hearts to shift our bodies into uncomfortable silences, forcing others to participate in an open forum in person with the rest of the nearest collective of socially-developed humans where applicable while those who work for the daylight shift of vampirism that pays a wage for your honest humanity become nasty and bitterly tethered to irrelevant ideas going unrealized…

Thanks, khet.