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i laze and stay estranged from my fellow beings for no reason i can perceive, but there is a logic beyond my comprehension moving the pieces beneath the skin of human surface appearance, sometimes the expression does not live up to the reality… the rules we inflict upon ourselves and others are the fodder of those ridiculous superstitions translated into moral codes that end up power-struggled interjecting new rules into the genetic motions implanted parallel to the spiritual whole from within, there are no law doctors Here where the passion equals the value in presence overlapping with the generally held perceptions of a better life yet to be as though there are no solutions to the problems we have manufactured into the reality that is Here, but why the anxious apparel of the martyr or the master when neither suit really fits us whether chained in the grip of the other or lost in a dark storm?… the terror potential is nil while the efficient among us are there and willing to give us what it takes to build a new reality out of the rusted ruins we have gotten used to while sailing down in this pool out of space and time replaced with rhythm and rhyme as the self plays out spiritual melody to describe the experience of being in this human place, the banner waves grey the dissatisfaction of war placed in the context of a new state of grace uplifting this void into some non-suffering conclusion where we can all rejoice in harmony as our proposed books and bibles of god have been quoted to say, but we are not yet like the digital links that connect our computers through the compelling frustration universal in the struggle to become one informative stream that brings knowledge of experience and memory in the moment of now made flesh… the flowing moment of magical contact is in the clouds as well as the depths of the living perspective even when the usual matter-space-time-dream continuum loop as it spins goes ’round and ’round, for some like a gigantic invisible hamster wheel where the trapped victim tumbles for a few goes before realizing the mysteries that naturally open out for one to try achieving in some unique way that has never been approached with quite the same technique twice retaining absolute success, or you come shooting out with blank stare in the eyes and ready to stay claimed by some interested party for the next succession of years of indoctrination and lies in excess as the recession hits harder than a depression this time around the clockface in calendar procession as the great big snuffs out the slow way… there is no other art form to dig than the one you have in your capacity to cherish and make the next chapter to an already good book called ‘the life story’, the creation myths are ours to expand upon not retreat from, and once we learn their rules of game and demand when the supplies start getting out of hand as the wealthier store and surplus as they lift a little more from the pockets of the taxpayer or any other lowly denizen of the capitalist filth Here at the sedentary bottom transfixed by the bounce and pornographic nature baiting the average person trying to get past the bullshit of the everyday but cannot because of a hated commercial/ industrial complex that shames its creators and fundamental believers… we all shed the skin of endeavors taken to the brink of the digested and devoured tail ending of the dragon’s hide, ouroburos moving away from a predefined standard as set by the human system in this version, and the place where we have succumb to our own devices in a selfish desire to see the rest of this unfathomable blitz come to an end where a humanity that drifts toward oblivion will be met with a burning singe as the electric sting shocks… our balance relies on one another to be aware enough to support the whole as it decides to remake the whole thing over again when it does come, as personally reflective aspects of the human beings make being possible many different purposes along with a chance to define one’s own system within the macrocosmic layers of systems… we have many choices to make ahead of us, and we cannot rely on so-called ‘leader’ systems that require the example whose tone remains unclear and vague at the most critical hours, we need people with a clear faculty and capacity in reaching out to other fellow human beings… an ability we at times get lost within for it is so powerful still even with non-belief floating around, if there is no learning from varying lessons as reminder of mistake and absolute good in this demonic reality perceived, and promotes the repetition of dead souls washing back ashore where they fell from as past incarnations in the first place… all selves await the next truth…

Thanks, khet.