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sound bites with subtle tones ringing the ear distorted as disturbed cloud of swarming warmth in sex a swami whose kundalini is channelling the energy to bring about organic tantric change well loosed by the efforts of struggle to hone parts of those disparate selves together to work united as a team of one an army of cells devoted as much demoted to the volatile sequences just underneath the surface of this solidly tempered worldview casting about glances to reaffirm these times and places that chases us around all those seemingly unrelated factors as that compose this substantial realm where things manifest in Here sometimes without warning, but often a foreshadow following like a caw of a bird or a crow leering at the next new object decidedly crossing its path to catch its eye as curiosity mimicking the brain a force that appears in allowing us reception to consciousness through these human bodies and masks of skin that we have gotten used to sleeping within as though this is where that final destination finally reached to sort out the hells from heavens as though either truly existed beyond the headspace of ourselves when devoting self to that starving swell where artists seem to dwell Now as terrible and profuse with the wretched whose filthy is a different brand of beast to burden upon oneself as only one sight into the dreamtime depth, though this as rigid outline to follow is not equivalent to instruction and must be met through this depth of one’s own experiences equipping a poetry wit and prose to the con game a crying shame of shear luck cutting off the ears and eyes that allow us to travel via our minds and imaginative springboards that launch some as methodical madness manipulates anal lunatics to lubricate the collusion of opportunists to cast out in socio-psychotic episodes others of a nature turned away by these new leaders of the “free world” too unable to trust one another to keep out of places they are unwanted just as they condemn the natives of lands they conquer buy and sold out to the highest bidder to support a bulk raw unyielding industry as the only option to choose or root for… coping mechanism in the music of the spheres of whose circuits to be bound by excess and access to the dark and lighter sides of ourselves unlocked Here for us to try exploring or at least embracing as an act of loving kindness and compassion rendering the referenced points of fact as a tightly-knit gravity that tugs at our wholly shells fully loaded for wartime to ensue without any apparent social consequences, such corpulence when managing to speak out on acts of obestiality (overly weighty as facts proclaimed about the inner beast) feasting upon the stacks of well-read corpses to digest and as harbingers of that always uncertain future that peers out of the cracks in reality to light these six walls surrounding us, and as a last resort for a Mankind to win out the illusory struggle against us all as citizens united until ending a position blighted through this tense err keeping mistakes in circulation Here…

Thanks, khet.