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this Mortal Engine.

i am the cyber or pilot personality guiding this cruise ship to a final destination of sorts whether you believe me is your own conclusion and not one that need be mine as this movement remains active for you to see, the flesh can make one appear as wholly unbelievable in this rather banal explanation for worldly examples that defy in any obvious place the greater assemblage of parts and particles as loose structure of we beliefs that reject being dismissed, and instead venturing forth untarried (read; not anchored) by the material gravity made real by the consuming wedge that drives itself deep into the living psyche where the raw information is snatched by an organic ‘what’ technology lodged in the human body… we are all pilots “flying” together in unison unaware of each other through sheer anonymous window glass transparent when the glare doesn’t strike just the right angle with its blast of the bright shine as we the many passengers inside of this vessel wince at the stabbing knife of light launching itself into their dark world, the murk like some bloody sea on which to sail like the pirate radicals before us locked into a histrionic story as told from the perspective of some of those being pillaged, or some variation wherein the teller is trying to evoke sense of sympathy for the victims in this tale wandering woefully aware of the contrast in truth to fiction even as the friction from such acts of trans-elation as the moving translations of elated tenses as transported to the human realm of the senses to be felt… the primal creature sitting Here between alien intelligence and animal cunning in a transjective state filtering pieces of wisdom through wasted youth as set into a system made to process the simple wretches like you and i through the blank slate as craze in the crazed amnesiac of hate and rape as perhaps the hammer to your anvil as we work this steal together in the depths of your mind’s eye, looking into the vaguely shadowed face to catch a glimpse of an idea in this reality so different from your own no matter the confusion and turmoil moving like the stress and frustration so close to the surface as one burns off all of the stronger emotions to feel less of the pressure that has been forcing itself on the martyred flesh of civilization for centuries as we retain the lessons from past struggle both within the genes and the spirit as becoming interface to the organic memory connecting the species called ‘human’ as any other of hive animal that has adapted to these strange ways acting as the incubus draining that sleepy energy from the host aspect that survives, and tries to work beyond the lowest primordial tricks that we learned long ago as the cosmic slave race before fitting in some peace Here in the cool dark as kept alive by the love that is law while that love stays under true will… we have to get along however the opportunity presents itself because this is how we come to value what we have experienced whether as perceived truth through the emotional lens or it is through the misfit misadventures spent in youth along the way to that engraved destiny marked upon the stone, sitting in the jungled asphalt with the social pulse pushing the masses into juxtapositions of compromise and conscious fear taken for method acting with an emphasis on a ‘you do the meth’ aspect as people need to go every place but where they are needed or will if given the choice, but where substance is concerned there is no where beyond this reality absolute until that too is gone revealing the mind’s last strand of active awareness flickering in glimpses through the window as created and validated by the activation of conscious energy flowing throughout the patterns made and maintained by humanity under the concept of Mankind which becomes rather corrupted by its serious appraisal and reliance upon dry on/ off formulations within the context of an altered space that makes the most of a combination of influences occurring at one time… the one cell becomes many of the same reflected in upon itself, recycling the roles as they shape and shift places to further enervate other functions needing that same connection with the deeper forces as the timing triggers the right/ wrong occasions at which to collect and serve the faith of an unforgiving maker, but i digress when i choose the talk out of turn about the hallucinatory creator fraud with a capital ‘g’ built out of greed for a higher state to relate this to that as though the only things were to meditate and to fixate upon what drives one to madness and hate in the latent genetic dominant fate of approved ratings and declarative statements in rage… there is no disguise that can last so long as to prevent some truth to shine…

Thanks, khet.