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Alert & Timed-Well Taxonomy.

so this is it, the mature and grateful me that takes responsibility in his stride, but a person that still acknowledges all the former aspects of self that were necessary to get Here… taking the time to slowly recover from the negatively-charged self that spins in masculine directions around this kiddy pool where little people are trying desperately to make themselves appear larger than average, but few are allowed to join the perilous ranks of celebrity status unless it is for notorious reasons that convolute the masses into recognizing the infamy attached to such feats and acts against the commonwealth of people universally approaching the paradigm shift, as we are monsters and martians together in the strange space this world takes up from the essential materials Here… even as i hear the tone in the meat-eating voice that calls up for sacrifice of animal flesh as the cacophony debates the choicest of methods for searing and marinating the herded beasts lamented to the slaughter, and the manure that compiles our basest fears into a filthy sludge brew that might not benefit from being shat out by a populace on the brink of realizing their own cosmic vampirism, as this is the needy state we find ourselves pulled into by the deranged gravity of the social greed and cheating needs… do we really need to take ourselves out of the game we play for keeps as the imaginary fiends with their very real friends manipulate the urges out of us in massive doses to eject humanity for a pure and specific pyramid scheme to make us stolid robots of flesh and bone, and easily killed or expendably removed from play like the chess pawns in the strategy of world domination with so few becoming compassionate and determined enough to make the world a better place instead of the selfish hellhole it has been, few dark aged mental states have truly transcended this space because they were anchored in this material miasma distracted by ego fulfillment… if time and space make you uneasy, then you are not alone either, but the dangerous ones are the ones too comfortable with this odd insular reality able to make the most of these biased rules and the lawyers who tighten them… the rituals to disband these bindings have long ago been lost to the common sense of the majority as the generations change direction on traditions, and at times have broken many rules just to break one’s own law of being, suspended and surrendered to the general laws of the serious and flawed… what good is it to have a mind without access to a freedom of expression?… even Assange is so successful at the well-meaning of feeling in the subversive act he attempts, that countries and corporations are in fear of becoming transparent to the people they represent, and that is what is required to be inspired to overwhelm this takeover mentality running so rampant and wild among the citizens killing themselves off with labors of obligated excess… the terrors we give birth to seem inconceivable to those with little imagination to abuse, but to the new multitudes like a living sea rocking this spiritual ship around, there is clarity through these rank and file visions of the dead as they get razed from the grave into our heads as voices speaking while we trance… the dancing idiots like puppets strung together by threads of doubt and pain as the bones get brittle from sinister chemical warfare in the air, dust clouds that ignite on fire because we have let the limits slide down into the red bloodied streets, and reinforced by the people we pay to be less than compassionate for cash in hand… we can further complicate and remove our humanity with money and survival in mind, all suffering at this great expense while violently trying to keep this fake bottom line from fading into obscurity, and reconciling this inside of our own heads leads to so many mad with fevers for glory and distracted bliss… the ignorance thick like a smokey haze that pervades loss of vital memory getting at who we were really meant to be, the solid wall of congested fury, and the mockery made of the beasts we claim to be in the heat of battle…

Thanks, khet.