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the Western world is naturally a land for more sinners instead of saints, to use the parlance of the fundamentalists briefly, as this place is rife with the left-handed path physics and politics with a sinister more diabolic bend of facts… a strange land that has nonetheless persecuted and pursues its strangers with a cunning in the grip of the survival games we play under the obscure concerns assuming understanding of personal reason, blogging on the Western front in this information war never letting go of the situation as Man-handled by the state of things into toeing the line managing to make humanity a naked animal in the digital wilderness where it might just become like those war-torn olden days we have seen so many movies about, but this is where the sinister have their stock and trade in those subtler arts beyond surface awareness like masked feelings and ulterior motivations mocking the ideal of a greater good for gain instead to wield about like some Quixotic windmill which really is a dragon or giant terrorizing us behind the obvious scenes… this is why the battles are never shown to us for what they really are in order to subvert one’s control over their own opinion because we are all just another form of commodity whether urban or rural, we all seem to serve the purpose of this insectoid collectivist state that capitalizes on the wealth in hording and manipulation of profit acting mechanically to achieve a cold and dead set of dreams which seem to subvert the will of a natural kind of creature that defends itself from the deadly hunters that try to kill it off in a chain of events that link us to our end, but these ages of attempt on the part of the soulless monster moving through us becomes the mythic idea of the killing devil that stalks us from our subconscious as part of the cosmic programming we all happen to be involved with in these trials and tribulations… we try with error inhabiting our first visions of change which can be said to inevitably fail for just such a puzzling pattern set into place chasing argument and serious debate out of the way, and into another time and space while the jerks and the proles become active agents in reality’s movements being shaped as though molded from clay, but it is a soft stroke of manipulative genius that finally puts together a working plan of action that changes things for the better when things are at their worst and the multitude are blind to see it as though penned in some kind of mortal asylum sheltered and secured by the same guards that threaten us with lies and death beyond walls of our self-imposed prison… there is no death, but only the new possibility of life they fear renewed as though potential never dies truly when all sloths back into the primordial soup from which we have gotten our taste of the heady broth of pain and pleasure or torment and leisure to assure us that we are in the right comfort zone for our lifetime and place, no other acting authority drives us other than the curiosity to go further and reach beyond the ancient stars that guard us from all the cosmic planes where fame and fortune have no weight… legitimate states of this awareness that we know sees us for who we are, and treats us accordingly to all the methods of chance to change the states of fact as they touch us deeply no matter how much tact we may apply to any given situation, we still cannot perceive the cutting decision until it is too late and after the facts have been dismissed as fake or fate or a god-forbidden faith taking the names that are not spoken except on the occasions where the televised sons and daughters loosen their tongues for the god awful drivel that causes a spiritual brain cancer inside the mind’s eye of all those who watch fascinated and devoted… killing that truth open to any spiritual side in retaining the details of the individual paths of life by forcing one point of view as the dominant slight that makes everyone angry and uncomfortable with their liars inside, even though we should accept ourselves no matter who we are as this is all one giant work or pattern that has no doubts of who we are or what we can accomplish as a whole group as this force manipulates the minor characters to die off or wait for their times to shine, but we will rise together when humanity has had enough of its charlatans in the abyss…

Thanks, khet.