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Sell Dumb…

we say dark things that imply the worst intentions when there is no reason to do so because of the perception of slight that occurs unsaid between those thoughts that are chosen to be spoken, and those that are locked inside away from prying minds who might seek to waste the joy within another human being while at once infusing their victims with a subtle edge of incidental mind control, of which we are all more than capable of using as this is the insult culture at work hidden in and hiding every puppeteer responsible in the reality of making this a reprehensible social calamity engaged to further intrigue and ensnare those whose inexperience and the adaptation against manipulated perceptions are fuel to keep the whole thing going on longer still than recent history with just a handful of decades behind us… change is coming hard and fast into the spaces that fill out the blank stare autonomy behind the eyes as the icy glaze traps us under ice-aged social waste collected in minds, economy of motion glacially slow and cumbersome as a graceless wreck atrociously begins to intrude upon the hearth and home of captive civilian audiences locked in their oh-so-not-so terrible television friction in which burns the mind’s eye scraping with a vacant electric flare like a robot zombie ready for the next orders to follow like law to the letter, but we are so much more than shuffling corpses waiting to die finally to get away from this ornate experiment in social extremes and power games utilized to covet the resources of and the livelihood within the general population slotted inside of yet another empirical category used for study and testing while the grouping is meant to remain unaware of the program and yet be programmed at the same time in the same breath… picking on the outside vessel like a flock of birds of pray only believing in those highly fashionable gods of the moment subdued into easy minds whose attraction to this decadent thought stream is some certainty, a feeling that one ultimately feels they know better and are right in all contemplative struggle as the only party to know our own problems face first with all the crude impolite attitude at the forefront when any socially awkward situations start to appear, and manifest as a deception of instincts and confusing volley of misunderstandings as the cacophony of noise gets thicker and yet thicker as so many voices pumping the air full of opinionated sense as it begins to ooze tension through to the surface of the logical darkness formed when a primal fear meets and meshes with a pseudo-intellectual source of information made out as well-rounded authority over facts few will ever truly learn through merely books alone… dedicated to curing this disease of absolutes that cuts into compassionate consciousness worse than a shank or knifing would because the effects are lasting further into the future than ever expected, or maybe that was the one expectation all along to see how far the twisting blade would sink into the willing flesh of these odd circuits of pain and pleasure perhaps used to reassure the user of living Here, in a weird headspace between reality’s wicked fingers and my twisted imagination somehow gone brutally wild and mad with the queerly trained expectation for perfection as reliable affectation for what we might perceive as the best of the best in this life… those who may have more money or advantage to reap as only a few actually sew those true seeds of value through labors of the heart and trials by natural hardship to find an ample example of the truth no matter how evasive, the question is the gateway to curiosity making channels through the social consciousness in order to reach some viable answers or conclusions capable of making sense of the random velocity at which many pieces hit us straight in the awareness of any and all situations, but we are limited by the psyche we indulge as either we utilize logic and reason alongside a faith and an openness to explore courageously through the ages otherwise we stagnate and condemn ourselves to futile attempts at changing what is inevitable to witness as we further the ways that kill us so quickly and efficiently while claiming some kind of moral imperative reaction to caustic vibrations rising like stink from the carcass of traditional values set in stone and held in reverie by followers who are trapped inside of it…

Thanks, khet.