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the tartar sauce remains…

it clings to the grinding teeth of the machine whose wheeling whim is triumphant over this odd caustic reality that stings our eyes as we drive our sweaty form over the cliff edge whose dead end opens out into the wilderness we call ‘space’ Here on this tier used as a final front to eclipse a conquering brain in its attempt outperforming the rest as though birth upon this plane inclines one with an aptitude to change into doing much better than many others even when encryption of this universe is as currently interpreted into a misogynistic core that has been pushed along by animals with human faces redefining a history and any attendant religions each looking for a bigger piece of the PIE in a language that allows one to get decent meals in some way respectful to each person’s need even though in a developmental hell there is never quite an easy answer to this almost endless quest through meaningless muck and mire that a destiny requires us to plough to achieve, making fertile the plains and plateaus that as material example proves that these series of enlightenments are acknowledged while growing from a dark soil that many sacrifices have enriched even within modern dark aged societies making our hands as wet from the blood as the water deprived from the resources Mankind has soured by greed and profit alone pushing the paths of millions no matter the cost to a people or places that necessitates compassion in a viable frequency that will not allow for terror or horror to be used to manipulate us as has been since we let ourselves remain distracted by entertainment values, and even more than the bread and circus will have to cover our eyes from the horrors we inflict upon each other so casually and quickly an other cursed fate set in motion by the wrong people whose indifference and sheltered choices have led to these disgraceful states felt and used as fulcrums of power climbing higher to heaven like titans scrambling to get back in passed the gates with a barbarian aggression used as a weapon to strike down any opposition… it is these manipulators that are trying to evolve idealization of a material perfection as fast as possible in a service to selfish direction while the greater enclosing paradigm seems to involve service to others observing harsh sagas of mortal life urged to aid when and once within view of the problem to probe deeper than the darkest void resembling a mirror to reflect the demons of humanity, typhoid fairies spreading the filth flit about toxic invisible pockets in parallel to our own visceral reality though fully found where only as gods and monsters dwell through the particles of dream giving birth to you or i and the esteem we must grow of our own travels as learning about who we are going to be once we get to that dead end road, but insight spurts out like a poison in your throat once the intoxicating indoctrinations begin to seep into thoughts your head has hidden Now infecting the system with distrust and disgust at our compassion lazily exploited…

Thanks, khet.