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a Memes to an end.

ready or not Here comes the end as dead as far as we can seize and attempting to reach our far flung ancestor spirits as can cell upon a continuous life as in this flesh that is given in strange banal credit of the bankrupt system rupturing with infected vessels crawling atrophies carried as though were no greater honors to be bestowed with even when there is still no appreciation garnered working through on incredulous instincts stinking of failure as dead end walking living grotesque kept to be controlling in the shitty escapades that slumlords as zoo keepers condemn without compassion in those creatures locked away in a personal series of cages to the eventuality of being carted away one day by the modernist plague doctors with human masks to ease their patients on into their care so the experimental treatments can take place, as orders to reveal what is humanity and what commodities they could have to offer in regards of those programmed levels of ignorance as afflictive filter banishing our abilities to take these reigns in our own lives as we are always led by the “adults” who consider us children no matter what is achieved in this life because those in the know seem to know of betters although i would rather think of these such a concept or cliches as more along the lines of a being in the “NO” knowing nothing real which leads one to the jargon of inane chatter about trading of trivial information between those who dismiss the real indulgences of life by committing themselves to some pre-confab alternative lifestyles but are mirroring in fact those same domesticated ritualized behaviors that rulers as stoic douchebags stubbornly bring attributed to the ‘right’ way to live or work or as then explore anything once it is the personal lenses of experience caught taut becomes clouded over by the egotistical hypocrisy inherented within that humans’ psyche can a floating ghost inside of that brain thinking itself to be oh-so righteous automatically and thus to be regarded as the person of some particular importance, the building of tension travels farther and prolongs on through the very same ideals of ignorance that gets confused as confidence or a courage once fear changes the casual mixes darkening the amalgam bought in on technologies no one else can, but only evolves glacially while these fast-paced servile units dance again this macabre stigmata again and again creating too much to keep up with a maze amazed as the novelty remains upon that flame sparking of these moths to transform into kamikaze pilots plotting out revenge through their deaths whether dessiccated or a burning what’s at stake out right in such fitful waves greyed out as decaying bodies and broken bones in homes left of previously civilized lessons drawn by humanity’s first hands as a scrawled upon cave wall as if like some giant cryptic silent bells were ringing louder than time itself a being ticking down tricking us hopeless or helpless and as ungrateful vulnerablity used as the venerated scapegoats mess relied upon by the rest of a crueler feces-laced breathing face of humanity to support a roguery tragic and mocking in errs of the real magic inherited by these various attempts to adapt to this awkward violence that pelts us with acid rain and wildfires galore for all to witness when that peace finally shatters as irrevocably processed out through by a revealing rabid rhetoric turned into rapid development of ideas changing huge scales of an ouroboros mythos real taken too far from perhaps a meaning where the world tree tearing holes in heavens firmly rooted in those hells of ours… founded in the image canyon collected in all of our shared dreams lengthy as any rich and vivid viewing looking into the dark back words of the subconscious minds streaming fishing for a sensation of semi-awake visions satiating safety and stable surroundings sounding nicely static or whereas once a further inspection toward those interior voices as universe in reverse gives new appraisal of the selfish act and the selfless wishes compressed together on into our solidly serviceable dimension as mentions planes of existence truly marvellous and all thus fairly improbable by any equal often naturally-demanding pressures for something of a balance, or equity somewhere in that cosmological gnosis as it spreads thick at first to crush all in waves then thins becoming a light crust overt in time’s mishaps suffocating those locked away looking outward through the in-seam as though another version of that fuzzy ponzi scheme posing thumbs-up in shark-jumping scurvy of the sitcom mind suffering from one’s own inner dialogue trying desperately to yet manage as socially-functional reality while still applying havoc as parts of the greater Mystery trying to resolve itself, casting that saturnalian cornucopia set short against a backdrop of Clemmons’ situational aesthetics in principle becoming action gashing out the eye of a preconceived notional taboo with the one long goddamn motherfucking pinkie nail that says …”maybe you will die from this or maybe you won’t” though survival leaves all sorts of scars behind into wounded truths half-abused to our deaths respectively wrongly conceived as badly running gag force fed what another’s understanding meant only to them beginning and ending as butcher and meat considered a crude symbiosis gory slick with blood and oils in a quicksand vacuum then of Manmade toxic creation after the fact it releases into a time-sensitive exhibit extolling virtues by the dozens and the vices wrapped up tightly nightly are over guilty feelings whose self-discipline makes for unique relationships between people who don’t know any better than what this is or has become affixed as a gimmick soon can the frenzied organ grinder’s pets of choice who barely think outside of the coffin and on earnest life hacking techniques perfected as we have remained pigs wallowing in a jesus crisis device…

Thanks, khet.