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a Shooter in the park.

there was a shooter in the park today who went to the Occupation out of a total frustration with the utterly slow speed at which fairness turns around in our mock system of corruption these days, few absolute details are known by myself as your humble narrator Here except for indirect tidbits gathered from those on the park grounds as well as any follow-ups by the resident network news stations, but no one was harmed except for the shooter himself being injured by a shot in the leg from police officers on the scene there to confront him… but why?… could it not have the same reasoning for conspiracy as any other seemingly random school shooting commitment in an age of a hyper boredom without compassion or curiosity because it has been bred from the general populace just enough to warrant serious consideration from the people behind the power in the thrones, and other resting places where those with the hideous cunning that needs to situate themselves in luxury in order for their servants to witness what greatness even mere mortals are beholden unto as living gods had made the beast of Man in the high age of chivalry as leaders of a myopic strata that can only see the future once the person finally died off, the charity of a people for allowing themselves to be led by the utterly misshapen progeny grown out like twisted vines to choke the once lush gardens of the imagination into slinking underneath where once the Muse was angelic to be for sure… violence is no sure answer to any of life’s many questions as it reveals a base and animal nature underneath whatever it means to be civilized, and it is the surety that gets abused as much as ground upon which we walk on a daily basis to toss ourselves right into the machinery to let the gears and motion digest us like the happy little wage slaves we were always meant to become, the schools teach it to us and the government teaches the very same message of subservience in order to achieve contentment through all odds by relying upon wasted ideals and reject of honest originality if it does NOT turn a prophet into a goldmine… sometimes the stories are all we have to share with each other as we use the retinal glare from inside of the third eye to picture the depth of dimension so in describing all of the simulations of this real truth we choose to allow, we create the most vivid images of emotion and mixtures of tragedy and humor to combine into something that transcends the immediate as long as there are conscious minds to fit such trivial lessons into their perspective without relenting, and sometimes we prefer to be led rather than to choose a task for ourselves lending the rest of the cast into whatever the destination has in store for more than the casualty of wanderlust as leading requires much expenditure of willpower and energy regarding patience and tolerance… only leaders demand martyrs to take the pain away from everyone else, but these are only seconds compared with the lifetimes of ill that the families of the innocent feel when one of theirs is put to death in egregious affairs of the heart dealing with others’ unfortunate accidents, there has never been the valid guarantee of a safety net no matter what happens to anyone as though life were anything more than transition incarnated within this thing we have called ‘human’ by the time forever got to now… whatever it is that we have fooled ourselves into believing is impossible, it is now time to collect those thoughts into some idea of coherence in order to remedy personal imbalance through the intelligent development which is one primary reason why beings should reach out for connection that can achieve more the further it goes, and this particular communication is suppressed unlike the cultural programming we are caught under as the divides are broken down by the untamed mind left still wild after contemplation of a perceived individual of the more structured paradigm has finished its tenure as ministering to those other wanderers out there in need of spiritual sustenance in motion…

Thanks, khet.