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New Year of the Dragon.

so Here we are at yet another gateway to finding truth in the cosmic gallery, where all the signs would lead to a heaven where the taste of gods don’t cheapen, but it is where life would have no meaning… we have all been through a number of unnamed ages as they have passed, and we will have many more still to experience this form of abject observance as the parts of the lessons we are meant to endure are easily dismissed by the unknowing and ignorant, of which we easily become when this attention is not a personal priority as how else would chance ever come into play otherwise?… we shoot each other painful dialogues of wounding words to whit there is not one reply as we merely try communicating with such loaded weapons in our mouths, insults there is no pure defense against as it filters through the ears into our ideas of ourselves, and seals the unnatural hues of a banal sarcasm upon our minds and we look upon the new world with a negative acceptance of all things bad while the rest of the “good” things get caught in a net of reverberation that so aches to be heard even when some of the parts are not there completely… boldly trying to contain the conflagration that the soul administers through us as holy ire to witness with these demons clawed and fanged surround and surmount the holiest of churches just to burn them down by desire, the impermanence of everything can resound in its totality throughout every object and subject within the transjective universal roar blotted out by all the machinery we abuse to ignore the sounds of our own hearts and minds working subtle and collaborative under the radar authority of the psychic censor lingering about sorely opposed to the odd advancement among all of these emotional whores convincing themselves that love is the answer while heading for bedlam with a wheelbarrow, and there we are among the other animals on the farm doing nothing more studious than picking up the feces remaining after being thrown around and cherished as gods from the sound on the talk of it… all the previous signs were right and wrong in equalizing measure that balanced without the aid or thought for humanity residing within the continuum with the other primal denizens picking up a hybridized and stylized adaptation over the many generations of existence in the hazy cloud of diversity held captive by archaic examples of atypical behavior very much outmoded and represented by the disguise as reptilian forces picked up on by the brain with the same righteous oomph that our integral ancestor spirits should be able to speak to us, but cannot out Mankind’s inhumane instinct to assimilate and digest the roles of the natives as well as absorbing the culture and creating an oblong box containing the very narrowed concepts of containted (contained contamination) and conformed broad generalization until the extinction gene kicks in and finishes the job that the “white” blood cell set into motion devouring the world slowly through intrigue and obnoxious calamity, the very real and impossible to further decapitate with praise the living human gods as they strive to live like everyone else Here with the executioner paid by the most money by the highest bidder with no point of reference that isn’t a personal ideal of “good vs evil” as an epic struggle that hits too close for comfort sometimes with the world demanding some kind of a sacrifice in retribution for the destruction rendered by the few without respect or regard for the many serving needs other than their own in this haunted place… the friction grows tangible to those who have no idea of the building tension developed over centuries of the human breeding practices kept so hush and secretive over strange familial ties somehow pacified and pedigreed for an invested harvest of energy at the right occasions almost as though like it were some kind of a ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ setting, but these ‘burnt offerings’ are quite different indeed as they are a strict variety of the human strain bought and sold for the pleasures of strangers, the sexual traffic degrading the social progress at work against the cancerous ignorance trying to force a defenseless society of fools to train themselves the history destroyed by the political tongue of the hearsay as it crawls the wave of human need… a demon substance wanting of control over the humanity as though a possession were a complete certainty, but this malevolent force can only hold one possessed person captive for a particular period of timing within the living space where the spiritual grip can be tenuous at best, though this is merely a warning at worst and maybe strange vision at best not to be too far confused for the substantial reality that we find ourselves in Here and now…

Thanks, khet.