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…flarf versus zaum…

…to not understand anything this world throws out at me as meaning is always knee-jerk and utterly engulfing, that variables keep shifting in a constant experiment fueled by the richness of chaos in action as much as those potential energies allow for that chaos allowing this social machine to begin to be unstable, and sputter three steps forward while deconstructing that two steps backward as if in counterpoint two steps forward and three steps back was not end enough somehow… no matter how many self or auto-correcting core personalities stand to the tactical front to elucidate the perspective we are granted to take so far for granted that the spectrum of extremes becomes overwrought with ill-defined convolutions contorting the choices we have with a vacated lifeline included in the package deal that makes heroes of some while the majority report back to headquarters so that the enemy may be drawn and quartered by the horses of proper officials, tactfully decapitate the empire’s head now cloistered with ringing voices haunting us fluster cucked with a doomed savagery in which to die Here inevitably deserted for the looming afterthought cannibals to render our soul unusable by the turn of the screws and the nails in our coffins, wishes dashed to ashes and dramas of dust… the weird sour rust smell rising from mechanical animals who only drink what synthetics they can seem to find trying to cope with the one mechanism within the organism that does not work properly if not readily inspired as a spark to a fire from the first, adapting to social functions as well as the primary ones developed through personal growth as the human from larval into something other than adult swiftly indoctrinated after birth pours us into this world-shaped oven to bake and wake from the chrysalis into a new stellar form beyond these dimensional limitations, words are used as a synthesis between hearty gravel of a physical world with that of a conscious mind where ideas are shaped and fomented into artifact once creation has begun to weave together constituent parts and particles into a new whole yet to be exploited by the human cadavers who resemble doctors and scientists still biased enough to resist a collective progress forward for the minutes they last to command power from nature and the cosmos unknown… servile versions of humanity thanks to an abuse of scientific methods early on in this societal history practicing many different ideologies before trying to be corrected by unifying works of more remarkably compassionate effort made facts with some sinister few people insisting to diminish or dismiss any newer updates to the factory settings even if to prevent nature’s digesting us completely and without mercy, in constant worry our gears grind fears toward the light while fueling the blight that takes and never gives if there is not first a willingness to submit yourself to the toll of the bill the exchanges must be fulfilled in order to court the shiny pearls of wisdom after walking the fiery steps of was-dumb to get there where very few dare to tread lightly because of the swagger and shameless display of being called out by the renaissistance reenactors masquerading as human fiends for a time being Here steps away from the last of dying breeds attempting the procreative urge helplessly, as mind swerves vacantly from topic to topic swirling a lemniscate design with deeds of human doing swooning and gluing themselves to their screens walking blindly into the ablyss as vast as a void most had evaded directly staring into until now when so vulnerable…

thanks, khet_:/