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Apprehension of Unlucky Fools

tender exemption from the earthen heathen shame that comes so readily hugging an ideal center of Self so close to the surface even when the Son burns us from above as we sit at the bottom of the gravity well waiting to take flight from these mundane ills that a few professionals give themselves over to in this real working world, flights of fancy fantasy flourishing too much cost for too little gain at the dire expense of the idle rich in delirious straits over the current state of wealth and its decrepit deca-dance macabre as manipulated by the inbred masturbating in cycles between feats of arthritic arithmetic and candor as the appearance and the reality become two separate areas of activity to seal lodged under the skin, and the dread weight of the dead sit hidden upon our backs as demon ghosts changing the tidal status quo of the whole world in its ebb and flow the pitching of the waves back and forth in violent undulations as the unlucky of us become sacrifices held under by the movement of this living sea dissociating breath from body as an anchor to keep down in this plane of thought as the system in place… a distracting amount of time lost in idolizing the past for its “good ole days” as an expression of the sentimentia (sentimental dementia) that the cathode ray tube lifestyle has programmed into us to want as we loosely translate our own deaths into meaningful little increments as distorted by triviality, but the real message seeks to remain long after these human death throes are spent like rounds in exercising the energy to shape and transition as a continuous leperotic tome of ideal information back and forth between various continuums of the conscious and the material, separated from the beginning for the most part as adults by the phase where self-awareness hits us the strongest during puberty which can itself vary in approach by the individual absorbing this sudden information of body conscious feedback all at once… the culture we appear within is a casual standard by which we mark and measure our limitations and ability to move freely, contrasting the modernity of Now against previous ideas of what the future was to hold for its people when the right sacrifices were made, but we get trapped in sovereign themes of debt by following their rules of civility and not our own as time wanes between the violent mood swings of governmental and ethical classifications that batter us from one biased side to the next to reinforce the idea of futility embedded into the modern Mankind’s mindset by the now-televised subliminal control with demographic lines as the new statistical boundaries to measure general productivity and subservience to the degree that authority requires to keep us under watch like the human cattle we have become in a Man’s world… the letters beckon us and the numbers beckon us as enslaved to the currency containing those elements which are bought and sold cheap in the natural abundance naturally driving value down as the human animal adapts to the systems so tricked into being able to recognize the symbols and the structure in place meant for civil behavior, and to reinforce those ideals as a standard among all people mixing within the social systems that sometimes constrict with these standards taken to the limits of indifference to point out the imperfections in a constantly shifting structure of such a temporal power as it relays changes from a yearly to even a daily basis and further into detail as the minutia becomes more revealing over these timelines all strung together, sometimes for the benefit of the general populace though mostly for the benefit of profit and gain manipulations by those with the clout to make those fundamental moves filtered and channeled away from doing any potential good by hording funds in motion between want and need… some of these people are like vampires and parasites poisoning as they siphon the resources away from that straight-forward process that would appear to be in place before any other ulterior motives, but relies upon our mutual fear and ignorance and paranoia to put up walls dividing the individual socially into various “dynamic” personas distracted away from looking too closely at this tilted and tottering system of systems by keeping us all inside the plight of the survival game functionality as it tries to move us as much as move around us with anxious energies always realigning for something greater, at least by staying as indebted as we are to this system there is never a question of making it better for the higher authorities questioning our loyalty…

Thanks, khet.