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just a fool’s paradigm

running on a treadmill to grind the grain that assails those delightful moments with a gluten and wheat meal of modified genes and an overabundance of dietary decisions clotting our visions for the future like very little grey matters left in the crevice of our eyes allowing us to see nothing but the superficial spectrum that suspects all and everyone as guilty of something spread like a germ or a seed of depravity blossoming into this cryptorchid overnight as the wars reign supreme over this bleeding state of ignorance heaving up missionaries whose positions make them into superiors as much as syphilitic in the extreme designing this new world dream to which we have all donated in some sense, tiny and crawling on all of those hands and feats of this kingdom to maintain a sense of order even when we are all so horribly out of it as if a great number of these insignificant hours as disturbed become the stories and anecdotes we pass along with the ease of the virus more patterns of encoded information central to anything or to any reason a conscious entity might choose to be Here, or to have a right to be heard by these humans in their war on worship trying to vivisect every side to the battle or argument with analysis detailing reports and the concerns shallow clinical and critical in order to comeback for a full-scale attack on the people as targets of choice for the maniacal hordes that try their hands at playing monsters for a change wagering on a group of little guns as hired pistols to act as tangential agents in the field wielding dark moods of that ever-flagrant abuse like a medieval flail whipped around to wound as holy with harsh consequential dooms of only asking the tough questions a tad polemic with tightened fists balled up to strike the human hearts entombed by gloom… capitalism as a perfect system a fool’s paradise where no one decides in this a crazy demonstration of freedom while sweating out these visions shining out through just another day as step-by-step we grow further into that confining skin born for us and our subsequent identities so as returned from distant emotional depths dealing with instances that have crept into the comfortable couch trip taken as granted by absolute edifice of authority managing us like some godly avatar brought back as a strife hoping that the humans will lose their confidence tricks, to abrade their animal zeal like rats in a maze razing and rebuilding this sandy ant farm whose sanity is losing over the stability of the many in choosing this a standing militia, or legion as guerrillas who have missed the point to the Here and Now as this known derisive illusion intrusive and annoying certain as it is irrelevant to discovery of oneself and the world around us that captivates with each trusting thrust forward stranded in a king dumb of certainty few refuse to refute as though god’s future were true and unblemished by these soiled distortions manufactured for the pursuit of an ignorant ideal of happiness…

Thanks, khet.