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Rotten, My Loins

i feel awkward about mentioning this subjectively even though honesty is the better policy to prefer as i need not repeat all those mistakes i have made in my relatively short time on this planet, and even more so to prevent accidental dishonesty from shattering those friendly connections that intrigue and fascinate me in my regard for the rest of this humane race, i realize now that we can only overcome those bold-faced lies Here with a direct confrontation in the truthful intentions that have grown exceptionally strong in recent times… i am unclean down to the worse sense and it starts with ignorance on my part, and a lust which became my worst enemy as much my inner demon bared and revealed before my mind’s eye as worthwhile nemesis to have when the rest of civilization is still in a state of transition to some extent where there are still many casualties to that brutal and heinous abuse of trust which contorts the positive thoughts and vibration that friends would naturally share, enemies on the other hand bathe in mutual disgust for the other so much so that the reality of the tension warps the social atmosphere around this animosity most critical at the root of a kingdom let alone farm of animals whether we consider ourselves human animals or not makes no difference… a true cloud of hostility is there shadowing the aura of the human mind in motion, and what could be worse than the position of being hated and the hater has no room for moving beyond the anger as it remains inscribed in their deepest heart where the worst pain occurs, the kinds of which you can never accurately get away from or see every angle on in order to gain the clearer insight to instances of horrible shock and lethal indecision rippling through the stark comparison of all our lives electric from one individual to another… the more clarity, the more sympathetic perhaps to the painful results as regret accumulated by rash varieties of ignorant action housed within the mistake-laden human soul as an embodied avatar of the filth and faith inherent in thought accumulated by a hoarding system loose on change, but only as a primal human animosity continues does the toxic smelling haze continue to cloud over the ulterior darkness inherent in acts easily assumed to be merely insensitive to the ones that further obfuscate the confusion as it lives and breathes in an industrial age in the middle of shifting polarities between struggle and harmony… we are diseased by the mask of the convenient quick judgment abusing the social projections already established as opinion and law to progress agendas under the radar of the people who stand in redundant amounts of repeated strife, i have abused the kindness of others in adapting to my surroundings from the ages of youthful exuberance as it changed from growth without guide into the shaping pause at adolescence and puberty, and it is here that one general sense of reality split like a hair among the learned proliferating into authorities within the ignorant intellectual community as a whole which seems to further influence public opinion among the masses… a run-through as to how i shall get to my point at this juncture in my monologues as i have always left those in the dark out of a defensive distraction learned early to avoid the pain that comes with truth, and perhaps this will allow some insight into the nature of this raw disease like honey we allow to be consumed disguised as only the sweet things need to be seen in the daylight nightmare we call ‘reality’, the civilized culture have been programmed to accept the empty calories as base standard by which a diet is measured… there is no antidote for what i am about to exude into your mind, and once you get to the juicier bits i feel you may want to try disregarding my thoughts altogether as the ranting of an irrational psychotic whose motive is truly of a sinister bend, however much i may try to defend myself there is no way that i can say it will all make sense to you as much as the information has to make sense to me in the most primarily cathartic essence necessary for relief… as i poison myself with the overflowing feces swirling around this bullshit bath of blind senses trying to sort a way through the concrete jungle game that shitty population control forces upon the people unknowingly, accepting the inner villain is part of an internal balance that each individual must deal with on their own in order for the personal path of life to be as fulfilling as possible, and we are shaped in directions we have no experience handling at first as we grow from a mentality of pets which think collectively as some of the purest forms of animal specific hive mind to the social mind based upon reason and a homogenized respect for human equality above a common courtesy which conforms with the civilized mask worn by those not developed enough to actually empathize… we are all each dealing with our own demonstrations of strength and weakness as we foment and stimulate the self image, bolstering the courage to stand for the dignity and integrity over our original opinions as they are assumed to guide the general whole of civilization in progress to the absolute destiny many are believed to see as a positive reality, but only if we stop giving a damn about politics and economics as pieces of ego symbolism lost in following a stream of consciousness so great that it bewilders the dreams and words in entire civilizations of human beings searching for the source to realize a perfection of states where truths are merely conceptual data instead of rights… but it is the dis-ease we feel around others that shines like a neon light over our heads warning other human beings of the pessimistic presence residing within a fellow inhabitant, on a baser level we must become filthy in order to please that part of us intrigued by the sick and depraved acts that are already there on a scale peculiar to our emotions and conscious development, and it is here that we pollute ourselves into a smug submission that we know we are doing the right things to better our world being about as different as anyone else to accepting change so easily… we are the unclean…

Thanks, khet.