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romancing the stoned…

sweet retreat into humanity’s depths trying to find a happiness big enough to handle a world as whole as a submachine instrument to explore us when swallowed completely by a gullible public opinion striking out for glory as well as a goal to exploit the ranges of Mankind with unbridled glee and without guilt as a proof of this supposed superiority affecting the dumbfounded whose placated actions and suppressed dreams act as fuse to be lit under the wrong circumstances, using the implied obligations as a law to force us into Man’s stiff ligatures of society tightened at the joints to squeeze and pressure the bones and the people to break subjugating the entirety of civilization into a crumpled labor class petri dish soon testing and distorting us into blocks and corners of information alive but writhing with time’s imperious tick drawing in the blood from all resources that can infuse it with space while manifesting this gossamer into the material basement of all realms, but it is rare that we see any of these inertias for what they happen to be when we happen to be too assaulted by the truth to stand up for anything when it feels like a killing blow to this soul as a wound sounding the dread of doom and gloom raised up to shroud and consume whoever we have convinced we are inside of our head in applied laws tempting fates for those aware and judging reality by their flawed bias of control believed total though a surprise ending for those of us inside so deep in our own relative ignorances to see a real truth… strong recoil in paranoid horror as the silence is broken by a thinly-veiled glitch in these programs allowing us survival Here another lifetime longer in an excited spreading further than the imagination reaches as these parts remain housed within a paradigm of mind which we as beasts seem to now inhabit once we achieved a mighty step of sentience though still very far behind in our understanding of ourselves, a humbling act experiencing no mind of worry or guilt to trigger the anxieties of a society gone bankrupt from the lack of compassion too willing and free to few who would choose to accumulate and amass this reptilian erectile dysfunction calibrated to look like some civilization as mirage or illusion to outside observers perhaps can aliens beyond ourselves even exist without this material cushion to filter the brutality through, but our eyes are constantly limited by the tricks they play upon us looking through the windows of the soul out onto a world that at times feels too bleak to live through without some analog or metaphor to pull tender mercies out of the nothing we see empty yet know to be full of everything even creatures smaller than these titanic flesh and bone beings we live inside for this a peculiarly personal lifetime ago once done in staggered moments released into the field of dreams when finally scattered to passing winds that too become weighed down to ground again by dirt and earth and ashes to dust and this overwhelming sensation or feeling we might consider as the passion of unconditional love confused as sex…

Thanks, khet.