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120 days of Moron.

hilarious to think that i don’t know what i am doing Here spinning words as threads together like the gossamer demands of conscious awareness reaching at a planned act to put into alignment these things which continuously change the rules and series of relationships to one another, the electric tingle that bedevils the human as an instrument of affecting desire and tricking the mind into thinking any particular thoughts as they appear to be relevant in the scale of the present immediate, and the past months have been a mission to create something from some central head rush that i have inflicted upon myself as i absorb those words and phrases and multiple meanings as the fetching customs now are commonly ritualized by a great and serious certainty of the unaware as they follow their too-ignorant leaders around in this stylized inner circle jerk… still locked within grasp of the Opportunity expecting so much when it may finally come with less than that expected, yet we might keep the idea intact in our minds that this is what we really want whether it means sacrifice or not, and we are much too willing to sell away our lives for the jingling change that might be an extreme windfall of faithless science projecting success in through our odd fears… we desire faith in its most certain of forms so as to transcend the fool that all of our inner children are made out to be by the savage re-calibration system that takes place in the futile society of today to our mutual chagrin, not enough funding as the corporate beasts sucking the common wealth from the common person with the bribes and games to trick a person out of what is rightfully theirs in a caricature of humanity as horrid imbecile, and it has become this way through the subversive influence of the elite strategist who produces only out of a greed for more of any and every thing that is there… ritualistically cannibalizing and then disposing of the “enemy” whether it happens to be a neighbor or a stranger as the pulse of this dark matter wishes only stasis, and whatever objects to coalesce as one into the silence of the earth breaking down the intense swinging of mood into a pattern of behaviors which reveal the condensed ideas of that ideal human collaboration that barely registers to actively appear a functional reality more times than not, as we resist the behavior which tries to assimilate all of us into homogeneity as an amalgam of souls capable of only one set of patterns throughout our lives Here in a form that exposes absolute definitions at all its dimensions… for the past four months, i have been at this rather lazily even though it is terribly difficult to describe exactly what it takes to blog these words as brief messages to the masses coming by on the odd occasion when it seems there might be something new or worthwhile to observe Here, but you are sadly mistaken when this same shite is still resting for a different event of energy to reach out and remake that which is all-too unreal to in the human mind’s eye conception to receive all that data at once as the information dump of the imaginal margin a condemned burden to people chosen even after the fact of being on the receiving end of somebody’s hateful wrath perhaps… the mind has a terrible taste what with all of its gravity twisted and torn around the internal demoniac emotion as bridge to other destinations that literally litter the atmosphere as infinitesimal globes of microscopic faith and disease as conjoined and perpendicular to one another as each mind to the other, the thread of threat as thought comes to mind as i may intrigue you further to predictable ends but with doubt as to the natural path of our present journey that this life has us moving about in a day-to-day imperial grind to maintain the solidarity of our leaders even as appearances distinctly seem repulsed by all of us as a whole, and generalizing far too often as the waves of affluenza intoxicate and isolate generation after generation in quarantined misery as the ivory tower elitists look down their noses at the “common” sense of the people whose stupidity requires the appropriate symbols of idolatry and status in order to best mimic the laughing minority of the Man at the puppet strings of a systematic disposal of the creature borne of both good and evil as this creeping battle of chaos and order further covers the surface of the earth until the dichotomy repels itself in magnetic disarray… the cosmic nihilism must come to an end Here because it is thoroughly uncool…

Thanks, khet.