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grotesque body, analytical mind…

the doctors and psychologists know nothing but the rote training of their ancestors of the mind as studied into their depths by backwoods apothecaries and inhumane inquisitors trading a curious humanity for experimental freedoms made even more atrocious by the raw skills of observation they were always sharpening to extra fine edges to subdue and subsume the ignorant roles of these people in heaps classified as the tribes claimed in their shared histories together intermingled as the trees of life grew further, branches meeting each other as in polarities spread throughout the world seeking the personal idea of identity as in an abolishing blow against similar themes of isolation and desolation leaving many of us sick from the heated debate gathered around old gigantic feet of long dead deities gone to pasture long before we were ever born into these industrious bodies of organism collecting into strands of movable madness a gravity to pull us to our appropriated places as rules to test our certainty of character into the extreme as they are capable of reaching into the out there, but tearing at our sensitive eyes glimpsing a terror supplied to us as united collection of fossils and trophies atrophying in the shadow of the Son now known as a star centered to our solar existence created even though odds are against us surviving the smallest of cataclysms intact as with a hasty tactical retreat are we only able to retrieve inner sanctity once perceived to be true as we all defy the cancerous attacks shocking a living substance back against its constraints as entombed and aching for exits… the resistance is a revolting future to behold when taken account that the eye to the beholder whose kin slays and defeats through empirical judgment and analysis bent toward ill gains distorted beyond those forces that would explain anything left of value to these howling nothingists in starkly martyred bits and bytes parading before ones choosing to disbelieve in this futile explanation for existence tense from the fools who love indiscriminately, culling destiny into dense little herds of human as pockets of proposed civilized perception whose false truths are worth zero to none of what our life has to tell us is a reality of connecting dots that were never separate in the first place as the illusion is beginning to fall away as yet another version of out-of-body experience to be had once an ideal of fun disappears within the exotic ego of dreams, and though we seem to crawl the surface world like some disease or plague whose epidemic has always been Here traveling down further ranges of terrain never fathomed as before even by the standards of ancient masters’ speculations prophesying upon all of this humanity’s flaws and weaknesses rendered deserving only of distrust to complicate matters with spirit and consciousness all trying to vie for a particular say in the movements of a mortal mystery like as cattle pushed to the slaughtering brink as much as this humanity is in the blink of an eye…

Thanks, khet.