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the Bearded Dead

to the average savage digging on the avarice of our present situation, the blood-laced angels searching out their apocalypse, and your savior has left the building on a quest for the reality of a god… religion is dead as the ultimate authority over our placid collective heads as locked away into those occult spaces where thought and feeling seem destined to collide like worlds praying for some collaboration of energy, conjoined by wishes and fishes swimming in the see with neanderthal faces eating the youth with abandon as we have always tried devouring each other in some circle jerk aesthetic that feeds our wasted bits and bytes of data back to us, but our collection of traits which lead to individuality are homogenized before these points spread to recycle the used and withered things back to the soil in ways both figurative and literal in an adventure of real time haste co-opted to provide for the system in place we allow to function… the elders and visionaries had beards in ancient days long past and connected to masculine tricks of superiority taken for granted to the point in which we have desensitized our culture to the guise of the bearded man, compromising the image of the wandering monk with the modern ideas of civility providing the backdrop for the dismissal of the dirty appearance of facial hair as we all share the genetic seeds in the symptom of puberty to the extent that our bodies harbor amounts of growth beyond the long hair we might glimpse as a surface detail, but we are systematically distorted into believing that the lies which are meant to be all-encompassing and general are truth is desecration of the institutes of seeking truth that have arisen from the ashes of religious tyranny as transmogrified into banal proofs of pseudo-science approved by waves of sinister superstition from the anxieties of the populace as a whole… the disintegrating human ideal of applied truth in objective sequencing to generate approval for issues biased to one side of the social fulcrum, the tipping transference of energy slipping from being to being as knowledge the raw information sent through the human signaling system as it stems from these blank faces ready to absorb more in an interactive education between the natural organism, and the substantial reality outside of the six walls that a cubed physical logic has given to humanity as the individual adapts to practical reality whether trapped inside of a box or not… we are dying from boredom as a people trying to apply old dynamism only to the things that can entertaint us from inside as though projected there from THE source of all things, having given us this specialized open campfire replacement as understanding has shifted with any of the trends that have worked their way through the ages manipulating humanity under personal wishes as opposed to wishes of the state or its people, and the cure is a complete purge of corrupt faculties starting with paycheck brackets for those insisting to represent the humanity for which they stand detached from any actual issues… giving for some a hope reversing of the plunderers’ paradigm rather likened to an atmosphere of distrust and paranoia we seize today arrested by the greedy need to make everyone stop and stare to distract the people from any real idea of becoming clued into what is really going on, but most of us have been trained to intake only the short-attention-span rigorous to control as those rituals manage our sedate muted forms marching ignored while the rest of the population goes on about its business… some secular motion beyond extinc-tellectual concepts (old patterns of thought still held true when their time has naturally passed) as the eras rotate with very little in the way of sound to signal the coming of yet another age as cell into the incarnate and carnal, as warm and gooey at the center as the dark counter-balance will allow when the face of myth has become hairy in repetition of sun god woes as the rest of this bewilderness recycles those shows as acts into features forcing past the plunderers’ return to Mankind, and to whose acts of control are unkind which is why the subversive task is fighting fire with fire to retaliate against the trash and the mocking irony of the corporate conception to subtle deception or raping our choices by forcing on us all the options of our choosing… whether we choose to be helpless, or not, reinforced…

Thanks, khet.