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a therianthropy.

all gods were monsters Here at one point in time or another when things were much more primordial as abstract conceptualizations made to exchange and understand the cosmos in early phases hearing the voices of the ancients echoing through our heads and minds as dreams turn reality with little provocation in a time of fantastic shapes moving these memories from the past towards our collective future as a ritual sewing the seeds of a chaos which seems inevitable for progress to occur, the beasts we are walking a fluid line between worlds most can only conceive of within their limited perspective is taken from one’s own knowledge and experience combined then abused to create a fascist state where no one can get out alive at least as we think how a life appears to be this way or that with absolute certainty as though the boundaries were permanently drawn, but they are not as even within this myopic paradigm things can and will change whether for the good or bad to better or worse we never know until we get there sort of Here for a moment if only even though that moment would look long and almost forever on the inside of the bubble with mirror polish refracting the light as a pearl strung shining against the darkness lying material against the contrast of a spiritual faith fullness brilliant like the sun… as a solar source for our souls to extrude from as the heat and energy act as a swirling cosmic hub of sorts to queue up those thought ready to join us in the bubble even if it kills them or whoever it is we decide we are utilizing these myths to filter a wide variety of objective subjects and the subjective objects redefined sets of variables as reused lessons to be deemed therapeutic under the certain curtain of circumstance, as volatile as valid in this brutally continuous social deconstruction experiment cementing all of our personas together ungrateful for the ways in which we get caught in our own affairs of the heart and of longing to have when others are in a struggle for not having at all even though it appears we seem to have these seemingly trivial things in common while wanting for a therapy for our theories that will relax to commiserate with our pointed personal views, but the rough intercourse is strewn with clues that will lead one back to their proof for life when all other zens and yens fail to appease no matter how falsely they seem to yield truth like a fruit to be picked clean of the roots dirty and soiled as they are with nature’s gifts honed inert with the rocks and minerals and metals as part of the integral substance of a heathen earth altogether growing into this spiritual momentum realizing the creatures and consciousness we are collected yet separate in understanding what we offer as well as those personal elements we are capable of gifting our manifesting reality to a greater idea of ourselves transforming into something much more than a being alone with monsters…

Thanks, khet.