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the mosquito hawks.

the vampires are out in fine form trying to make us as their profitable victims to feed from without laying one finger upon us unwillingly, these psychic vampires have already been exalted to levels beyond our own current state, and our place is considered by these beings to be like the equivalent of cilium in the smaller intestines of the cosmic creature digesting the still solid though mostly liquid particles remaining after the binging upon the broken parts of most of these slaughtered faces for no other reasoning than the need to consume any and all matter as the mouth of the ouroboros spinning ’round… we ride the scales along this circular circadian trip that times our process of living and dying as well as the consequences rippling from all the actions connected to the act of being as the incarnated form of individual grows up to be the adult human sphincter closing off reality and property when it comes time to enshroud the culture in its own government so that the people can compare notes between each other, to further the flow of ideas toward something of a solution as to why this spiritual machine has become the most corrupted edifice it is today as unnatural greed tries to choke the humanity out of the humans like a well-squeezed fruit to pull out all of the juices and blood and guts, but the bug still lives beyond the crumpled carcass that was left when big business decided it needed to realize its own apocalypse dream as it squished the dreams of the masses into one gigantic homogeneous diversion of complex motion intertwined with ethereal motion of the spirit… the ticks and leeches are solely built to suck in this system whether we enjoy that fact or not is as much trivial as the other pieces to this puzzle that still remain for us to put together in the hopes of one day seeing the complete picture outside of mere random details scattered about, we need warriors that will finally claim these cultural vampires as their quarry in the wild hunt which even Odin claimed an active participation in if any of the earliest lore is to be even remotely referenced Here, but the proper disposal of these invested parasites is something of an exercise that might stain the hands of too many who believe in the country and creed that has destroyed so many lives in the process of a worldwide scheme of gentrification which includes the option of assimilation or death… either of which are fairly similar to each other in terms of finally becoming an utterly passive element in the world after taking this perceived plunge, we are the bilge pump of humanity taking out the sludge that stays liquefied at the bottom of this vessel, and now we are in charge of cleaning up the mess to make certain we remain afloat among the flotsam and jetsam sloshing up against the sides from out of this deep dark sea we trespass upon curious of what opportunity lies out there… silly chicken hawks gathered to try initiating a social compact between all of the deviants in nature which hold no right to the outcome of plunder, when the mutinous fools as they come to reign are each taken in their turn for the beast in disguise that they are actively claiming not to be in order to win the national championship declaring an imposed leadership that soon metamorphoses into the fascist state we fear to allow to take away our liberties because the vain are throwing themselves into the tempest of the political arena if only to be allowed the opportunity to legally take over the world which is not even an anti-hero way of committing one’s energy to selfish goals, but it creates a creature that cowards to be predicted the next remaining human after the darkest hour comes to pass as reality if only in their ideology alone this being creeps along the fringe of knowledge to find a niche in the edifice of the human ruin that has committed itself desirous and epic among all civil debate to the contrary proving itself the more true of situations… this fetish with dire consequence is the human realizing just how malleable the expanse of reality really is when personally one begins thinking otherwise about the relationship between objective and subjective realities manifesting in the physical realm we all seem to inhabit, we clutter it with our ideas and conundrums made out of dissatisfaction with the simple answers when it does come to solving the personal symbolism behind the face of reality as we know it collectively, and we must learn resistance to the hive in order to survive whatever comes this way with the wickedest of smiles and creative persuasions trying to kill us all…

Thanks, khet.