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Anarchist cetaceans.

in the right atmosphere, and working together, the positive side of production of any kind is the subliminal machine that the humans should become… one of the prime directives in living at all is learning to be comfortable with yourself, and then with others it may be just as treacherous as that discovery of self… the map of the soul is uncharted, and all paths eventually lead back toward the source of all things, making the finding of that one fine line to walk so difficult to discover in the midst of all these differing perceptions… in a sea of people we are the lone gunmen dispersed through the crowd… with the ‘travis bickle’ backwash in our minds sloshing around to dizzying revelry of anarcho-punk dissent sublime, parting the sea of the infected mass like a predator fish swimming closer to the main attraction, and there are ways around the rules to getting what you need as opposed to what you want… the tears in the cloth of the romantic question that hangs in the air unanswered, is it punk rawk enough for you, and where does the actual activism begin?… we are all being poached for our flesh and minds, and much like the oft-sought after mother pucker for the odd bout of sexual fulfillment derived from the lust for power over others, we are herded together by forces beyond our privy whether they take shape within human bodies or not… there few things that are not coveted by the consumer throttle on capitalist lifestyles trained to throw ourselves over and over again at the problem, we are the anarchist’s cookbook, but it is all the information given away by the instinct of rebellion… i am the anti-christ, spreading dissent from my words and active flow of rhetoric somewhere deep from this hellish psyche i have been given to fret over the uncivil aspects of my own culture, and further the viral reign of demonic influence extends to the fiery diatribe on the streets in light of overwhelming oppression… we have been the poor ones overthrown from our own government, and it is we who fault for the upkeep in a weak fundamental richness or clarity, seeking the only known truths in the material verse and verbal stroke of luck in a torrid sphere of fakers and fools… at least three chords is not impossible to follow when utilizing a steady beat that just requires energy, and you are really in business because then all you need are some screamed lyrics or chants, you can either challenge them through atonal murk or through the hardest hooks you can find… the blasphemy of submitting to the corporate world, i.e. learning you have finally sold out, but it seems we all need roles to play as we search out the next real horizons and far flung futures to stride toward without a true grasp of the risk that requires our sacrifice… we still use paper currency to convey a false impression of reality that reinforces itself with our help, a faceless and possessive entity that requires our active energy to make things go certain ways so that particular paths and channels can open up through this material realm of possibility, but are we all guilty of some unforeseen horrible accident that will never revivify this curse of corrupted glory?… our intriguing sense of value has been repossessed by “higher” authorities that believe they know the righteous from the wrongfully accused, but however it may seem otherwise they have an absolute lack of constructive positive energy output, thus giving away any qualities that would cover up such a stupendous disrespect for humanity in its truest form… as too many people seem given to aspects of negative impulse too passionate to resist, but these are the sinister choices we are all open to at one point or another, much like our friends swimming along in the watery sea all around us whose species we have classified as ‘cetacea’… we are anchored with our filtered perceptions so overwhelmed by this thing called earth which we have now destroyed…

Thanks, khet.