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a stiff fabrix…

held back by so much static the addict gets stuck upon like a fly to the paper whose sticky warnings is not heeded at all by the bugs lost inside of the system sorting their ways out as individually testing reality to guide existence toward where it needs to be looking for the signals to cue primal motor minds in soon collaborating in order to establish a serious pattern moving relevant currency forward through circuits and transmitting inside the material forms we inhabit Here while alive, with collars turned up when not used to chain us together in the odd combinations of people linked yet again in the cosmic social nets spread throughout those watery shores between elsewhere and underneath the waves of the blue-grey sea as well for gravity washing the manufractured debris back to us in an oily diesel breeze below the surface of where fishes once roamed impervious to a chemical saturation when it was but a minor triviality, and no one cared to assess whether there would be an impact upon the natural world with all this human interference made to mock and twist the natural effects that this puzzle procures for the wide consumption of its children as they play and kill in the dirt creating massive sculptures and structures to damage the sky and force into harvesting the most profit from out of these milky messianic panics that occur when the ‘IT’ is a carelessness that filters onto the streets passed around like another apathetic virus or bacteria… wrapped up inside like a death shroud clouding out of whore eyes on the prize inside an opportunistic maze corny and cliche to us outside of a most objectionable observation in an economy of panicking sanity packing in as many stray passengers as possible to pass a judgment upon those rendered mentally incompetents by the high-class hookers at the heart of a civilized goal in this busted system an advertised scraping craving for gold and glories as shown, seen upon television through the bewildering labyrinth of channels and stations all claiming their rights to pump our heads full of misinformation which will do nothing more than cement the nihilism inherent in these false appeals to the consumer played by us to change being lead astray into a goal that will relieve these symptoms of being stiff and uptight while trying to appear upright and moral to the rest of an old unassuming populace whose popular opinion is shaped and molded by social engineering deposited in current mainstream values, but a river keeps on flowing if one can consider time like this in its path from beginning to end where we ride the waves as they collect and disperse around our lone bubble roughly passing through rocky terrain as microcosm holographic within a great expanse of this universe embedded to the hope that this bubble won’t burst until reaching the right escape hatch found by following the circulatory system to reconcile the severed souls who exist much as we do…

Thanks, khet.