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floating buoy in the seize of nonsense, and gravity has taken my shoes away as some thoughtful respect as though i were just another ragged man looking for an illusion of some grounded version of the truth, arrested by my continuously honed and diseased consciousness sparked to ignite this silent darkness without budging on glimpses of razor-wired edge opening out into this abyss of static images… the holography of humanity’s bio-matter as likened to biography it ekes out a manifest materialism to which all of its ideas can be created and worked to perfection, as a sculptor carving out from a block of primal mineral from which many potential outcomes can be had as the mind sets about to pull the negative space from the stone slab, but a people can be as this substance as well through the pressures and pushing/ forcing that shuffles our corpse along a conveyor belt highway patrolled by mechanical means as a digital aged wage of civil currency enslaved by the programmed scene that tries to kill its god of the moment… the rebellion is always turning the churning ages from static gauges on history to the twisted subversion of truth and equality for the profits of the future, this menace has tormented many folks who would rather think kindly of their fellow humanity moving wisely through the forest and trees rooted in both bad and good decisions Here, but to devise a means of solution to dissolve the obnoxious clutter that wedges between sense and reality to send our visions askew or off-kilter as we banish the syndrome that inflicts us upon the earth in a reverse game of words and intent… implying that perhaps we know better than the rest who are resting out of a lazy affectation to justify the dissecting insults as intimidation to be merely thrown around for best effect on the weak-minded, trying their best to digest public opinion related to the massive whole as the propaganda spins further that which seems out of control through subtle strands of the perversion in decadence used to change our heads… how we look at each other in defense of our wounded feelings as they bend and warp to adapt around the sharp edges that jut out in the ways that project a kind of condemnation via a psychic police force transmitted into our minds, and we become the easy enforcers for these rules that allow us to be set as the worst of our kind in pushing the little daisies to make them come up as a metaphor for this rampant growth reaching up through the dark matter that houses the potential for betterment out of the blasphemous, the crabby baddies that harangue the structure of moral philosophy to seek whatever their hearts desire whether whim or need to be sated by a dark hunger that defies understanding from those who reject as their judgment commands them and the revulsion they commit to the mob mentality as it waves nightmare strength through the streets at any time of the day… what are the next events to make us appear lucid in this dementia as it sways us to and fro like a sea of names and faces surging on through seasons together, the collective like an organized organism moves against the sweltering heat as friction burns the beast to retreat from the state as we perceive it to be true, but what are these ashes made from as the phoenix rises out?… maybe the ruins of the objects not fully validated by this subjective conundrum as we find ourselves settling in the makeshift construct fostered by an ever-dreaming populace whittling sticks into place, not completely cognizant of the integrity in this realm of over-sheltering seriousness replete to an intoxicating level which cannot stand to abide by reckless standards grounded in an unbalanced drift as many scales of balance refuse to stay static for long, but maybe this is just the opinion of one who has not the serious respect it requires us to take care of this system as it expects to be fabricated again and again by the hands of humanity… so splendidly writhing in the sun as the expectation dawns to get baked by the rays of enlightened forays into the experience together as betrays a lack of selflessness that sinks beneath the sea of skins bathing in the glow, when sight of the malign is assured and sublime as there is no time to waste like the present given as a gift for the moment that isn’t ever ready for horrendous acts to be exposed when there is no exit to absolutely leave ourselves until the end we have always waited to begin, and those of us that give up fall to the wayside to reenact the dramatic and tragic traumas that describe who we really are as when left with these pieces in place for others to track and monitor to see all these components for what they boldly embody when fitted in the proper ways that allow us to think connections beyond a judgmental disgrace… appease this killing thing praise…

Thanks, khet.