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Verge of a nervous breakthrough.

what is there to be nervous about?… the suffering that is inescapable?… what is the difference between you and me?… is it am i dead yet, and i have no way of knowing this truth for sure while still living?… too many questing visions that boggle the time and method with which to manage such endeavors as Here there are no ways home that don’t involve sleep or death in the mists of the mysterious mind as a place where the savage and the intellectual meet to harness the freak of nature reality we have now become, the secluded hole inside the head where knowing enters the face and soothes the negative impulse of the mind to keep the perception of reality in place, but what of this distant case that functions on the higher level of overt displaced knowledge as we act the participants wandering the maze?… there are many discrepancies in the stories that nothing clicks altogether quite with any real continuity that easily explains the Mysteries for all minds to agree as to what the purpose is of this or that piece which we have no place for in our personal experiences as the primal self sheds its weight over the act of a lifetime, shielding the spirit from the harsh cruelties of both forces on the outside as well as the other inhabitants of this immediate world as they can be quite unsettling to look upon in its natural vibrancy of decay and chaos a dark flower blooming as the disarray tempers the beauty with filth as it fills all gaps in between Here and eternity with substance, and world wars resound without any of the slightest impact on a universal condition it cannot affect adversely as in the dark matter we are all as equal contemporaries of one another as can ever be possible in this exegetic excerpt from a modern take on decadent human conditioning… the programming for all ages by the founding ages long since passed before anyone had ever rightfully breathed their first, but it is not quite as despicable as one may seem to originally conclude as unconsciously manipulated by the gamut of influences that criticize edge of conscious reason, a logic that provides those who understand with a form of certainty that overrides any questioning curiosity of half-formed beliefs causing a damned mind to filter out the dread in order to correct that provisional mayhem mimicking a human’s fierce compassionate direct action to fight a volatile virility that the Man has created as a trap to violate those who would choose his idolatrous fantasy of errors, and consume the sickened sloppy seconds trying to catch valid parts of the conversation converting cosmic energy into human information building this codex of worlds from the Muse’s amused tactics of an absolute incongruous instinct as brought to life to rebel among the distrusting and believers alike… this synthesis of the Experience becomes the goal for which the game is played by so many willingly blank occupants tricked into triggering a weathered state of a rusted system’s collapse as it would have shifted the regime of this Man’s plan superseding the needs of the massive of humans now for material gain later when it has become the wreck that was waiting to happen, conception of a glimpse that divides the calm from the frenetic ends of this disaster in progress as it all comes to a head whether through the obsolete reused after a period of kinetic cycles that shift away the energy from place to place, but there is need of a destination on some forward progress to meet an inevitable means to an end… are we like lost vikings captured in a loop of alien time where once we had been the vigorous conquering force which myths past have long recreated into epic dramatics, or is it that we have advanced beyond a third density path into the fourth density without even realizing the effects of our progression because of the advanced beasts slightly ahead and leading us through the ether on signals developing us through the centuries as we carve on walls of flesh and stone, the minerals mark the path on which on crystalline shards of refracted light project this hallucinatory holographic environment around the homeopathic dynamic bio-machine this being is… we are sensitive to the macrocosm as the alien in the thinned atmosphere of the gods conscious entities to find and observe and direct to the audio/ visual state to be sent on a frequency that will collide with the incredible and the waste throughout this cosmic vast, but we are not altogether set in our cruel ways of disposal just yet when it comes as such a difficult lesson to learn, we are not yet alone…

Thanks, khet.