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…a certain underStanding…

…hello, all you cherry-picking void-mongers, as we float in this unambiguous trench that extends into forever… it is after too much of a cold gestation period that i write to compel the spirit forward past to those other bodies adrift in the cosmic waters we perceive day-to-day as solid glimpses of what will last past us in gasps as we try grasping the deeper meanings behind our words in general and as generals dictated projecting forth into a battle which concludes with no obvious winner or loser story to which we relate, but those proficient in shutting down the public complex of thought that collapses and buries us in stray signals of knowledge as anxious to understand us if we can absorb this growth that compels the bodies we inhabit like fiends forward perhaps driving an inner motive we barely consciously relate to being not the creatures we expected with bro-magnon swagger and language that has gathered a momentum as gods’ vomit upon others in elements contracting as though they too do not matter, repercussions as they gather the motions of waves in ring and shatter amongst that flotsam and jetsam that clatter and din splash in spatters of blood set with the cryptic writing they are adrift in this sea of a consciousness devoted to witness devolution as society’s brain batters into some submission the collective tribe of the most substance and wealth… a mold darkening the rest of this capital ‘M’ mess into repression and distinct aggravation though without a proper gameboard making us respect the rules to win in life, even as the thoughts toward winning are merely deft illusions cast by hoarding greed and ego-feeding bullshit to vices and a compulsion forth through hazy visions to attack vague boundaries slightly confessed to being seen as those sights unworthy to create the more depraved and socially-decrepit in our distinction as creations perhaps the filthy animals alluded to in works of a biblical proportion barely conceivable in true to lifelike light cast, and to play who-made-who games that have indeed extended beyond a creation scenario so deeply rooted that we as conscious entities never have a clear enough perspective and yet there is a contingent of us that drills forward no matter what happens as the stranger things occur in real time… this weekend, admitting to the slacking nature of my self-possession that preference seeking solace coming true by process through phases we become the creation in full bloom as all the sweet songs of seduction conduct our behavior, in hive mind channeling echoes of some serrated blade we would end up calling ‘love’ calling forth sometimes the worst traits in nature, and the preserving of those minus a forethought to prevent mistake because those mistakes are vital in projecting further nonsense into the seeds of savage virtue virtually unknown by this recent civilization keeping us captivated in the safety of our seats upon journeying to this plain existence attached by core developmental weaknesses cycling back through the dimension of generation and procreation as other waves have splashed to shore before without our consent… so my weekends cannot flex around wanting to be a stationary stagnant me therefore i choose to write one post for two days as necessary with a bit of a false start as i have had to deal with my own stupidities too often and realize tomorrow is a labor-less holi-delicious day to take advantage of the slack probably sleeping as much as my body will allow, and a great time to think about all things in a self-involved manner that may be considered bad…

thanks, khet_:/