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the masses are Asses.

sitting, splendidly splayed, to quote the punk band L7… the masses are asses, with embodied demon beasts craving relief at the same time constrained to the commands of both the mindful and ethical ways that humanity has amassed as knowledge where once it was considered lore that many were weary to understand at first, but trial and error have created this imperfect way of not only coping with reality no matter how cruel or massive the information necessary to assimilate… the raving madness of the mind’s deepest fears and grief explored on a plane of experience that incorporates the multitude lessons with the other translations percolating to the surface of material made by human interjection, a fistful of anarchy just waiting to happen in so many diverse settings to fuel the riot to overthrow all states, and conquer those aspects of self that have escaped to commit harm upon others to places other than where humanity tries to thrive as there will be no easy classification of all beings into this or that category… the title of this piece is also due to the fact that most surface personalities prone to be projected at people as related to a functional arms-length mental defense which most commonly is labeled ‘anti-social behavior’, to break it down means that people are tending toward a thorny exterior to propel themselves forward with a high degree of survivalist attitude affecting their perspectives into a focused and sharpened knife’s edge to cut through the sea of morons made more apparent Here, but other more-skilled predators remain in these “waters” as well as us some older and some old beyond their years… there is no retard guard from these devilish apostles triggering hostilities among even the average citizen, the pseudo-religious throes of wants and woes are no match for my pre-apocalypse fringe of neurosis seeking insight beyond normal wisdom incriminating this human shell being used for display, and mismatched with all the appropriate parts embedded deeper inside a bigger mystery built to be entrapped and enslaved randomly thinking subtle waves of patterns as deception even when good ways move us… to death with common intellect perhaps, but seek the wisdom of some other mad man when you find yourself all out of ideas, and without people there is no one’s actions to blame besides your own for the random assumptions that might just make up the worst of ourselves, this life superimposed upon the absurd interlaced frames of other people that seems to hold a basic lifeform in check whether they like it or not is of no consequence to the immediate eyes of the human animal in view Here… reference to a different form of acceptance for dignity rather than out of mere survival urge as it instinctually drives the animal forward to meet a destination wholly imagined realized through the nothingness as made the threshold this reality needs in place to protect the various wavelengths of understanding through timing, the placement of pieces on the board in bonus acts swaying odds in favor of another direction describing the incident in a clearer representation for others to witness on their own bloody knees, but these superstitious plunges that a soul uses to reestablish faith in self overall was a favorable mode in other times and places though now to go on a crusade in the name of god would take a lot of good spin and unwavering trust in the figurehead made leader for the rest of us… elite climbers head-by-head jumping to the next spiritual corpse rung out from the last harpy that found its way down the throat for something to eat, the zombies dread a soul that is not well-fed finding its way to be ripened and bled like the many chattel or concept human extinction toyed with as a fictional friend amused with by some writers in their abstractions, but they are merely voices for the abstract multitude of avatars for the godhead awaiting to arrive in a vessel Here yet not quite there yet as it realizes many of us are not ready to get to another reality in this life…

Thanks, khet.