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Gonzorro, Gonzarro…

the beast remains within as the without changes sometimes drastically into dire situations compromised by our tendencies to placidly witness the tragic end of ourselves and others both close and far away as books and films squeeze their symbolisms and schemata into our heads easily without any drugs or tests required to make the better worse than you are even if you are threatened by carefree careless people who lack the sensibilities to trade versions of their reality to understand another’s universe to communicate in broader terms to translate various concepts and patterns to aid accepting those contrasting ifs whats and buts that seem to lead to contradiction scratching craven helpless urges onto others for slights only slightly perceived from a personally weaker scale of perspective the references from which is to draw all systems into overlapping and caging us into fragmented ways of looking at the information too much for the waste of time and space to chase an easy go of it, slashing at the canvas a section of the tapestry torn now for a vicious lie attacks the visions as a lively knife in the eye carved out to prepare for this hurting misery shocking the new reality into place where it can change up the human tolerance into bitter hate from what was the emotions that drive Mankind crazy from the pains hard wounds deeper than the skin through the transparent threads that in a greater cosmos might be a mash of these emotive and intellectual levels of the psyche whose archetypes have names that change depending upon what man you choose to look to in a world before women were really loudly acknowledged as needing to have their real rights given as public knowledge this historically valid with whatever the male gender is capable even though the parameters of this “game” were often begun by Mankind’s grip trying to conquer in humanity by religion commodity or brute force to kill and cower the natives into obeying even with such emotional tensions high vying to regain respect from all those tearing land up and away from tribes hundreds of years old at least, and to be forgotten thus teaching the harsh lesson to humanity of the indifferent face of nature and her children funning and running and raping the waking world willing to destroy the parasitic side to Mankind with furious subtlety raging from the heat and the hate the chemicals lost in oceans and seas to seize the internal elements a person requires to survive any longer Here the doomed and that old brutality of the fucked lashing impotently against the consensus greater of shadow than the previous about to be absorbed by the exterminator’s traps waiting to mutilate the fate of creatures big and small no matter the repercussions that roll back like Sisyphus’ shrug with Atlas’ strength throwing that of a boulder’s heft into the air while Prometheus prepared to kick the monolithic sphere toward earth from the heavens in disappointment on from humanity’s inane kind of sinister mechanism… propelling the debris and toxic elements into the atmosphere causing righteous reactive amalgams that twist in the winds that pull and yank that new carcinogen into the breathable sea of air that remains fairly purified though that reduces more by each age that we remain lost children killing other children without conscience to bridge the schisms that form and enfold us all others affairs too often than we are able to stop and see while actively able to affect the change by choice instead of being blinded by distractions and decisions made for us well beyond childhood to adulthood, and wanting to understand how these changes occur beyond one’s own awareness of the surging pulse humanity represents to itself by focusing in on fulfilling of dreams in pursuit of happiness an ideal over contentedness a reality, and try as we may we cannot obey all the orders handed down to us which makes of arts subversion and social dominance of the mind through mind games played to extremes leading us to change ourselves out of fear becoming neurotic bugs with a grip on very few anchors left while still floating slowly to shore more cracked and spent lives rendered useless for a lifetime built by worrisome feelings…

Thanks, khet.