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the substance of Abuse.

minutes tick away fitfully and sometimes randomly, with unhealthy pus and ooze strewn about, and there is always a question somewhere that remains pitifully unanswered… our brains derived of a substance that is capable of comprehension, but are we limiting this comprehension for unjust compensation, in the case of our minors and immature miscreants?… we tend to make the argument that what is outside of us opposes us, but belief in this is folly in my opinion, moving through the shallow pools in this mortal coil… shuffling around only if you are so bored by the opened eyelid to see the cruelty inherent in this place, some of the beasts appear to take the human shape, but still others have to conform to other disguises… the aliens within us, and not the chest-bursting psycho freaks either, more or less that particular signal that filters through the organic matrix that houses our individuated soul… these are the cyphers to crack cosmic code, and even early humanity has had access to these forces and abilities, that psychic penetration into the flesh… for some this consciousness falls away almost immediately after birth, and this is what we forget in order to assume the next form of life, all things return to this state of living incarnation… even as sands of time shift and weave a spell over the world, in some way this linear model runs parallel to the dynamic energy that clings to all aspects of this rich plateau, neglect inevitably follows the conflict between what is said and that which is done to maintain this precarious reality…the eternal balance between earth and mind, matter and consciousness, and it is in the space between all these muscular works that the synapses fire… the sequence begins again to create new agents to view this world still further differently from what ancestors claimed would remain from the point of their age of incarnate existence, now they join with the spiritual mass on the other side of obvious perception, but their material parts divide into the rest of the living mass… ripples run into each other everywhere in this great sea where monsters manipulate the waves, it seems more and more like humans were just meant to distract themselves long enough, but to perceive what particular ends i ask?… claims riddle us with statements of serving and protecting the people, but money ends up being the great diplomat in the quest to recreate dreams and meet needs, a false god that the elite have come to worship in their shadow temples to the selfish ego of control… promised control over their own lives by giving into the greater control that external forces will push persons to submit to in order to gain anything in alignment with the hunger for more, and these selfish hungers for control represent the beast of human menace, these entities bedevil the souled human at every turn especially the ones that empty their organic portal into the depths with reluctance… tortured human robots that willingly allow their humanity to be sapped and perverted to satiate the needs of another force altogether, the united network of victims ins the new state of ‘Merica, but maybe this has really been the dominant truth all along…rules set by opinion, the rulership ideals of the wealthiest percent of the populace, and is there any wonder why we fear our police?… placated by massive amounts of “good” drugs to appeal to our commercial gods haunting us via the television lands projected into our minds, shamed into thinking we are nothing if we do not buy into the current regime which of course is part of the lie they feed us, and the guilty meat surges through our intestines forcing us to be hopeless tools in the societal discombobulation… the structure malformed by the purposes moved askew by the ones who do not hold the power, but this is the problem, we each affect the greater whole in a wide range of things we cannot see with our eyes… we haven’t done anything about our own plighted state because of the fear and panic in allowing ourselves to fall into ruin and disrepair, in looking for the next new thing we see instead of searching for answers to the lingering questions left in the wake of this technological spill of data that we appear so captivated by… enthralled by the powers of media as we further face the need to explore our own minds, even before we define what death is we need to learn to live, or else there never was a reason for any of this… no rhyme or reason or logic to feel…

Thanks, khet.