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a citizen deranged.

weighed down by these fluctuating opinions and traditions of whatever seems set by the ages behind us coming to grips with some tumultuous urge to find the better credentials wherever the certainty seems greatest to biased senses relating achievement to the place in our world Here like a lost civilization of earth whose intaking as homecoming surge in biological formations purge the planet of what better is believed best in finding our way through this maze as rows and rows appear to confine us, inside this waylay station of the human somewhat arranged on this cosmic stage filled with clowns and jokers consuming the center extending outward to expand the consciousness whose forms do not matter as much as they do to those of a thought and thinking soon realizing their limited view at least that is an ideal hope leisurely approaching the truth with an openminded idea of reality and excuse sometimes abuse making blurry for us to measure or reassure one another, and while hedging any bets on those sure things yet to pay off in the long running down of a dream becoming the top of the cheap and the used as too confused to develop any higher than this larval frame of hive patterning our minds to some supposed holographic realm of the serene that was in place before we arrived to chop away at a previous living system to replicate and assimilate it into our own ways as the details to then spit back out in re-appropriated doses by the new cystematic accent infecting and replacing civilization with an efficiency and derision as by-products of a heinous embracing… of a paranoid and avoiding the observed dysfunction in others taking all those risky bounds and leaps of imagination gestating our collective fear realities into some coalesced nonsense of mess filling the volume of the space within our heads with collected facts and trivial things to force us to somehow remember whatever was lost in-between interims of fact and fiction presented before our choice to peruse or discard with the paying of an attention to that something that has our imaginations caught as though like flies within the spider’s web, and it is to this digital realm that we go into without thinking about where we end up in the searching for information to ‘justicphixiate’ or rather to assume one’s own narrowed brand of a justice wielded and yielding to no one who does not choose to bow their heads to the executioners’ motion severing the nerve of joy and social contortions which bends people into the most precarious of situations conditioned by our social programming to take it and numb once a pain subsides or lies dormant, while patient victims await the twisted thrust of penitent tortures saved up to subdue two or more lifetimes in a row when a moving sensation enacts a completed circuit within this organic portal called ‘brain’ always looking for some input to understand vital knowledge that prevails where living beings do not go…

Thanks, khet.