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Adaptation as a lifestyle.

where is the cut-off, where people can actually be people around each other without fearing or hating some kind of judgment from the outside world, and what is the reasoning for such harsh diamond-sized cuttings being peeled off the back of our eyes?… so unassuming of the popular opinion that devises a means to possess the human masses with an all-out war of on all subtle fronts, where fear brews from beneath the paranoid delusion where everyone is out to get us, but how wrong is this equation if on the other side of the formula we were just another blip in their radar screen as well flying too close for comfort in a world infested with gadgets and nanotechnology to push our buttons for us in the most fashionable of ways… not merely just to get the job done right the first time the mechanical way that humans cherish nowadays like some plush toy that is too cute for words to abuse its softness, but lurking deep inside the innards of the beast is something that was predicted ages ago when men were the only pale comparison to assume leadership over this herd humanity that invites all of us to stay far too long for easy feelings to remain after all the time we have spent on this planet, the animal seeks refuge and the sanctuary to build its dreams upon in haste because the dreams seem small in comparison with the cosmos… so the day after is difficult to peg because of all the differing sensations prickling across the skin, the necktie is tight to sustain some kind of stuck and wincing thing spasmodically bridging gaps in waylaid maps in the flesh of urging spirits, and real politick in the sense that there is never anything left for the righteous of reason… we are summoned Here by the ritual of sequence and consequence, as the actors we display ourselves by the heartless fist for progress that fascism has become more common in relation to progress, and stupid boys think that they can run or own the world and all those precious commodities stored within it… however, a fatal flaw lingers between the entertainment and the entertained when it comes to matters of agenda, and you can only string along willing participants so long before a simple breakdown in communication tatters it all to shreds because this is just so-called continuity ripped from the arms of chaos in meditation… the tormental downpour from animistic thoughts with lives of their own one day soon crawling through the streets like rats before moving upright in the world, another lesson doomed to be repeated until there is an actual retaining of the knowledge for those so taught, but the children are smarter today than they were even just twenty years ago leading us to believe that we can be saved before our time is up from within this dying systemic infection called ‘capitalist society’… the metaphysical tumor needs to be lanced prior to being subsumed by the negative bubble becoming a growth on the filthy rectum of the American dream, feeding on the dead boiled remains inside the bad egg laid convinced it is a hearty breakfast of champions that will make our ego the biggest and strongest and mightiest carnivore against all vegetarian conquests, and we eat our weak and futile in an organic attempt to recycle pain and hate and failure back into the loop of dead ends harnessed in a noose for those just needing to move straight on through to the other side… the dark side where the pagan in us gets our hands dirty whether it is from the inside another skin, or as if it is by the misunderstood means of chthonic forces that we do our deeds terrible justice in their names, evoking the fury of ages past left in ruins as the species moves along the rungs of this upward-turned ladder we cling to in hierarchical realization that tradition is both the bane and catalyst for innovation that recalls times of hardship for all peoples the world over… primeval solidarity between the unique tribal quality of leaders and councils to further utilize the motions of soldiers in their wars with the holy madness running rampant in every church and home, calling out on the unspoken oaths to find a source more than this to call relevant for our sacred souls working the magic and miracles for us, and our matter-bound tricks of the mind that fool the rest of us into thinking along the same lines as parts in a productive living machine… a manipulation of heaven and hell into doing our bidding so proudly… are we cut-off from the greater self because this is who we are?…

Thanks, khet.