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the process of progress also known as transMutation of the soul…

to fly like a bird preying upon those who cannot see the demons as they yearn for the control that only objectives can say truly fit and know because it has become a honed truth honest in its use by formatted expressions that have become the way we all utilize to improve our lives subsistence dies by germ of hate blown up in size and proportion as to affect a populace laced with more fascist smart drugs than as expressly tested for the purpose of reducing the harm in others, less harm and more moaning as their assembly of lies creates fate fat pharma rakes in as much cash as pain felt in disorders smuggled as though dirty bombs waiting to turn us defecate until the shit gets too deep to understand where it is all coming from at once though time is the build-up to climax in this story obscuring the real view submitting the human body to abuses that churn out any and all energy as well as an ignorant vengeance questioning that what is done cannot be real as we live on our own island of a myopic utopia in this consensus reality, and the ghost of our consciousness wishes to float free of the form though this is foolish to actualize before we are of a right mind and soul ready to do this as the junk we collect invites this as living singularity or hub for all these other forces swarming around looking for a sense of life while certainly not gone from this state of the natural redress that commands us to address what it is we were thinking to begin without this face we have grown used to… disreputable jewels of denial cast about senselessly like seeds dropped on rocky ground to call down a response from the heavens never-ending as restless cloud from which an everything reigns whether with lightning and thunder or upon subtle strands that tug and mend expert opinions peeling back the layers of this pretend politeness troubling profusely not to offend the people without respect who uses this method as a maddening way to twist words and feelings into another of those situations that we repress the urge to speak up even about confusion delivered too liberally for use, these bastards say that they are just doing what god put them on this earth Here to do even when it is a deception powerful in its achieving of these goals already cementing in various techniques to abuse each other through easy negative reinforcements that cast out more neutral and positive elements that try to enter our soul as furnace to melt and mold the rest into a more complete mutation bold in telling a truth that will not stick yet, and much like the confusing pool of martyrs prophets and maggots trying to maintain this illusion as virtual mana made maya by our attentions always questing for validity as is no excuse from the absolute managing us through and through as thoroughly as it could to deduce as what these creatures are are up to when a new becoming is unique to say the least perhaps mutating our minds and choices beyond the data and bytes and bits to define what god is…

Thanks, khet.