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the Ghost in the Face

it is like you want to feel a certain way during everything so you dance around the issues, social and habitual and otherwise to fix the problem, but mood much like the sands of time shift and bend like light sometimes to the detriment of the insane producer who works trying to provoke the gears of progress into motion… taking all that we can and often times more than we should as though that will retain an ideal feeling longer, and even under the realization that nothing forever lasts in this odd world as one permanent form, this emotional erosion via the winds of change and smoking embers of the pillaged ruins of our ancestor spirits transforms us day by day into these physical beings as we try to become something more than this… there is never a permanent midnight just as there can be no permanent daylight as the tides turn much like how the waves ebb and flow, pieces of this grand cosmic puzzle rearranging its form nonstop on into diversity roaring to crash against the moonlit shoreline with a far more expansive pull than merely lunar cycles, and it is amazing how far we have come and gone adapting to this incredible vivisection of whatever it is as the human being… our goals shoot further projected in the mind’s eye than most of us will allow ourselves to see in a single lifetime, construction of relevant understanding can be the painstaking process we either love or hate to commit the energy towards as though the ideas of hero or villain exist outside of ourselves, but we lose all we have gained if we take our potential way too seriously to be actual size in this microcosm of flesh and bone reality… mighty are the gains and losses when playing for keeps the survival game that rivals a training program as though there were some proof that it had to exist this way in the human swamp many millions of miles below the actual surface to the bubble floating silently along through space, what we need is a metaphysics of a more mundane exploration as combined with an emotional education even as people seem to dismiss the ideal mode of understanding when inundated by the system that we think we “know”, and the point has always been to keep the mind open to new experience that one can transmit into others like a satellite dish receiving signals through the lessons so absorbed and vital… we find ourselves so enamored with the gimmicks as they can present themselves in manifestation that most individuals cannot see the greed for what it is, distorted by the awareness and attention paid to those who regulate the opportunities to witness reality for what it is, and yet no one is the wiser to this weird manipulation progressed for ill-gotten gain derived from this human resource… so we casually inundate ourselves with balms and elixirs to keep the demons away while allowing the charlatans to distract us from any real personal goals for those shiny panaceas we are so taught to crave because they equate to the sought after stabile life of acceptance and conformity, we can’t even conceive of other opinions as right beyond the false positive of our own biased mind perceiving all things at once requiring self discipline to regulate the input to tolerable levels as the chaos keeps streaming in from out of the homogenous darkness beyond the light of truth we search for so diligently without at first realizing the need to start true before the truth is readily made apparent to our ignorant ego functions, but all is not as lost or futile as it might seem as the elements are shifting sands into snow from globe to globe of this cosmic hourglass constantly turning as the ages wear on with human beings or without them as the beast of Man changes faces to match and adapt to the next new eras erasing the previous ones while fighting to retain a hope of stability through the constant of this cosmic change that never changes places… the mobius strippers showing only a little of their evocative knowledge at time as the creatures love and rape and grow and wonder what the fuck they are, and all in some idealized sense of removing decay and atrophy from their askew perceptions which are easily misled by those forces that only appear stronger when realistically each person houses within themselves a strong godhood manifesting as “human” representative of their will, difficult to swallow but indeed all fiction is until it has become the reality somewhere in the place as the vectors and timing come about… requiring the “drugs” to understand ourselves better with a mindset moderation between desire and need…

Thanks, khet.