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awash in the ways that kill us…

locked into tangible evidence that we are somewhere within the maelstrom that is the age of advanced primitivism, an irrefutable proof made as self-manifest destiny into a different cosmic and spiritual experiment and density drifting listless through the depths of reality as a particle as big as a dust mote bubble with bright sun lit reflecting upon itself weightless for what appears as if forever weren’t so far away after all, and then there’s that old life challenge again to meet death in full frontal glory no matter what the price it rears in the end when the cost is that of the catastrophic life equation cast aside at swift liberty… the body reaches out but only a pitiful expectation returns to the fools that take their time too seriously in this the gloried hole where the inverse of wholeness plays a role in conception to this very cautious assembly of parts in control, but does that even stop us at all from thinking like we are the forces of control merely because we have independence through consciousness… though, where does even that come from i wonder aloud, and sit uncomfortably in my chair as i am aware of being oddly unaffected to some level in this… the vessel underneath this capsized question mark sinking deeper than unfortunate whim of genetic luck of the draw, to some stronger synaptic level perhaps that would relay throughout all cells interacting as either revolution or some fatal conclusions where we would rather not go, and the interest of the few is far outweighing the possible positive structure of the many more developed human beings, ego beasts roving as trained humans in search for the motivated to describe with words what occurs when the broken profit-drunken driven lie like this pulls the world from the brink onto the edge itself… the seas are truly rough Here for there never was any sure ground anywhere, this is how sinister the release through sarcasm and cynical behaviors can feel to even one who does not suspect their potent surges flowing among the bloody crowd vainly waning without warning, but the sound percentage of the masses that never lies even as the drama weaves and tries to survive like the rest of us in a jungle of this concrete man-made mountain madness… the chained together and tired lay everywhere as refusal to be locked into place is deftly observed with slight nervous twitches as a nasty anxiety from constantly wondering ‘what went wrong?’ can start to consume one, even as nothing appears to be going wrong at all as the observation will only state in suspect this way like a moral conscience at work to save our own interests best, but the act of wronging seems linked to this causative process as well breeding further confusion at the most inconvenient moments as these activities reach completion… at least some kind of shared plateau that wouldn’t push too many of us into antagonistic directions against each other no matter how satanic this republic may be, we need to manhandle the governing machines as they proceed to organize against the human agendas that seem to proliferate this diseased mentality, and teasing into being an all-too real human appearance that makes many of us play the asshole right back because we do not tolerate this bullshit any more so it would be believed as we speak in one voice for a more humane world… none of this pretending to think like a human being, and then playing out that same depressing ritual of ‘kill or be killed’ to be matched step-for-step by people thoroughly desperate and willing to fight for change, picking battles instead of violent death in martyred bits that seem too far to get unless it is upon the deathbed to translate memory of life from the shit where displayed is what the people have previously eaten, and mashed up to be easily digested with discretion for the guiding powers abused to the point of this distorted confusion as the real energy remains with those rising to meet the challenge within a real time reality Here… this is the estranged and somewhat dysfunctional as always adapting course of life and living proof that there are ways to change this malleable existence without the destructive paradox feedbacklash that is one of those strange fatalistic scenarios of many ends that could occur, and some continue to loop in horribly unproductive cycles that need to switch the circuits upon which they sit in order to be counted valid any more often, perhaps further conceptual vivisection is needed…

Thanks, khet.