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New Formatting in this Abyss.

it pains me to think that my worth is finite, that i am limited in my output just as much as i happen to be limited by the distractive quality to all of this input that overloads a common mind, but dream of other things as part of the cycle to reclaim a unique place in this empire of the Son… even as the movies and books and miasma again and again reach overuse into disuse into reuse as the cycles inside each theme become validated and drawn out by these entertaining schemes of humanity even as many of the people cannot be made to laugh at the absurdity of life as we suffer with glimmers of hope in our mind’s eyes, but who am i to write and think things such as this when i am but one section in an infinite trail of stops and motions as the cosmic mass circulates, each piece becoming conscious and autonomous at one time or another to join onto a non-linear scale along with all the rest of the collective debris that tries reaching sentience Here… i have become dissatisfied with pleasing this body when it is so easy to do so given a comfortable space with which to work inside, the great challenge lies ahead for even the most servile unit among us as none of us but the few ruling over the real majority have reached that summit alone, but perhaps this bias is the misled mortality myth perpetuated by deceptive movements to gain an upper hand in this distortion of terms among we who are the survivors of humanity as its’ progress is forwarded through the digital explorations new and vital… i am a poet but i also write the prose with the strange consequence being that i meld the two formats at times as well as i seem to meld fiction with the real, philosophy fills a node in that territory of the conscious mind to perceive there where only gods are real, and we are representatives in the middle of transcribing the human side of these selves where our mortal limbs test the limits of society on the smaller end the limits of humanity on a grander end to this cosmic spectrum… reception of the satellite interstices that spread and interject throughout what we believe is a solid reality, but tries to inform us that a single perception is not the center of everything but one of the many living sense organs in the out there beyond the five animal senses as it picks up on other vital signals of this organic world, i can see that we are slow and fragile-minded with a selfish intent that we redeem because we think it too flawed a trait to appreciate in ourselves or others with any respect necessary to live truly harmoniously… depriving our selves and neighbors and families of equality because the lot of people are Here motivated to better themselves, and unable to do so while still others run interference to goals like that when superiority of material worth makes the most sense in a world that highly prizes the commodities instead of the individual who is realizing how those hidden facets of the real apply, we cherish the products more than the people who work breaking their minds and bodies to produce those goods so prized today… the worker and the work are not separate, but part of the greater whole which relies on us to be the go-between for the energy to manifest into something more than just dream, as all worlds link and quantify the data bleeding through all points of reality not just our own myopic spin on this subtle harmony making us saints and demons outside of the invested interest of the other forces which couldn’t care less for us… we are the human debris wiping the streets clean for the sake of the loose change that will jingle in our pockets later for having fought against conscience, as chosen to placate the Self on material gain distorts the actual spiritual impact of this state of mind on the greater whole we have sunken ourselves into like a fox hole out of so much more concern for protection over exploration in the middle of this terrifying war on human being by those in psychopathic power doing unconscionable things to all of us over this time spanning generations of the human animal as obedient to the bell ringing school that tests the behaviors of the beast, and rules out humanity as an applicable force of nature forcing humans to become as functional entities likened to robots and other manmade products for the efficient sake of resources… carving out niches like lobotomizing brains to create and promote the average ideal for manipulation, to generate a new kind of balance in the continuum which disregards the place and role that these highly adaptable beings are capable of, and forces us all down to a level that is truly irredeemable no matter what we hope…

Thanks, khet.