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Apotheosis tamed by a worried triviality.

so what expectation does the future of futility hold for each of us, huh?… Here we are as one organic collective struggling with itself within the very confines of ideals such as freedom and awareness, concepts created at first to confuse the massive one, but assimilated soon enough into the folds of the real like waves from the surging ocean of data absorbed by the pull from underneath… we are the life underneath as we are the massive organism that currently calls this place home, so where are we paralyzed these days, and where is this challenge coming at us from that we deal with now as it creeps out from the antiquity of the past taken for granted?… the skin wears on our bones as the fresh living thing is drawn away over time and years that have driven us to cringe wrapped in sanity’s fears as a shroud meant to hold us still in our mass grave, the homicidal compassion working almost as the reverse of a stray suicidal tendency, and the cycles between sleeping and the awake shift in odd off-kilter movements that leave the brainpan dry and trepanning in the wake of opened roles to fill… those holes still wet that remain even when the set deranges around us, to allow the swift smell diesel breeze through in this murky meaty air of heirs to see who will be the next to lead us astray, and defend them until the weak have fallen to their knees in a derelict agony so pure that it satisfies the elder frauds calling their work of god experimenting on the mutating surface… we are the damned and wretched beasts that squeeze into the coffer that tightly fits for us, this carved niche that brings us money into a place that isn’t even ours to begin with as we are such demanding land-hoarders, and always to maximize needed profit to us and ourselves alone… that vicious, selfish chromosome that swims through the DNA/ RNA strands like a shark hunting down the necessary traits that make one awake, and able to pull the strings that create this living vessel as extension to control strand of fate lying in the idle hands of human weight… tied together indiscriminate of the ways in which we can manifest, but aware of the process by which we all endure in order to be Here today without the push of trivial foreplay into the sexual revolution of reality, the surge of linear time works on a massive delay before any part of the whole can begin to comprehend anything the “right” way in a more developed light… we spend our lives expanding the terrain of this place with its twisting ends and labyrinthine ways, curious of what goes on in Here while the unaware work towards edges knowing nothing but fear to push them over the brink, but we are all more than merely animals in the ether… we are all the abusers of substance in this age of overwhelming trends and feats to contend with in the raging of an on-going dialogue with public opinion, we are the messengers that deliver the goods whether the others are ready or not, and we do not haggle with fate when it comes to crises that have to be resolved before progress is made to be broken again… it all has come back through the gates as the flood swallows it all, and those that can buoy the knowledge back to the receptive surface, do so with great care for the information that can be so easily whipped askew when in the wrong hands already soaked with blood and dirt… the violence song takes the public sway and reinvents it as another form of ‘new’ in vain with anger and ire as the training in games we must play to earn the esteem, where we are ensnared further in the web of intrigue that thieves and liars create to make their reality superior to that of the average individual views of the human being Here, but we are as malleable as the wind the carves away the earth in small erosive behaviors with the ability to change at any point as the whim takes us… transporting the phony mimicry of real human emotion to a layer that one can slide into the periphery without having to see it in some awful and distracting symbol that will charm the pants off of you, offering you the bribe to be just like the rest of them minus the hassle of changing every belief previous to their programming, but this is just another part of the ways in which people are still cunning… monsters behind faces of humans…

Thanks, khet.