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to untie the psycho knot…

we reach into our heads to find answers though also to store away all secrets too personal to publicly reveal as knowledges exposed surge across the stony plateaus to which a desolate mind breaks free from that casual caustic constraint of the conscious society piecing together the grand cosmic puzzle that we were never truly informed or qualified enough to solve from the inside of evoking the world spirit into a wakeful awareness keen for progress, used abused and mutilated animals confused by a business induction period in whose orientation process we are each assimilated in through adaptive manipulation thought techniques to attain acceptance from a society choosing ill-gotten gains through deception as a world game tainting it’s players with a metaphysical darkness attached to their subconscious soul in the genetic recesses of bloodlines and traits as the beasts mate, feed, kill, repeat in order to pass along these greedy surnames, and to claim the rites of douchebaggery as their own advantage in trying to change the worldwide exchange of energy at least for a little bit to the favor their family tree as rung with vultures and death when questions arise which call upon both some sense of a responsibility and compensation for the pain and damage inflicted gouging out and into the natural surface to extract any and all resource from within to shake more from all of the other trees in the orchard of humanity… we must decide who we are sometimes in order to wake ourselves from this paralyzed sleep as a demonic device appeasing the dark elder ones in charge now relying upon sinister technology and subterfuge and the convincing of a few to digest and take hostage this culture left in a state of fearful suspension in a dimension of disbelief we barely perceive not able to crawl out from underneath displaced by our fates in Here chasing cosmic debris like thoughts into words remaining unseen until utilized properly, a series of disdainful measures taken against humanity throughout all the ages amassing like a wall of bricks and blocks placed ahead of us in our race to a finishing end alongside those paths we have been prevented from taking to circumvent these disasters in an imperfect heaven of monitored creatures as living beings though dissected once dead to scrape the genes from the inside of the head to study the many parts of this social anatomy, but Here is where the dead end stops as the dreams invade our soul and spirits alike in this subtle psychic urge to keep at bay those demonic manifestations that look as just as we do when we wonder what we have to fear in the darkest depths of the out there unaware who is looking in on us from a further star or nexus in time trying to climb up out to that space to reach a peek at our world of stank eaters and stink herders returning every season to seize the experiences and appropriate intentions to save our culture and heritage from those who will not know any better…

Thanks, khet.