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big Bad friday…

‘black friday’ came and went as most infamous sub-holidays do, without the public being any wiser under the supply and demand of the bewildered mobs worldwide as they kick and scream their way into an orderly fashion for this mad all-consuming drama as it moves minus any obvious human masterminds as it has since inception of this “sales holiday” in particular, but it was due to the guidance of the earlier wealth-mongers of this timeline that had put the organic machinery into motion once it was realized a massive profit could be made via the sheepish traits of the herd… we strain and stress against the waves of mind-numbing boredom that will strike without warning once the decision has been made to seriously relax with some random acts of thoughtless recreation, the mind is lured to digest the bile and waste of the pop cultural idiom that inflicts itself with such candor that we are helpless to resist its wiles under the same standards of pressure that ensure we follow in line after the next poor bastard in line, and truly this queue is much longer than at first conceived of when beginning to join into this ritualized behavior before the raw disappointment at the actual length of the wait Here… but time is only another essence exploited by those enriched with an indifferent plethora of potentials abused in the long run as restriction guarantees the line to break away, or forsake the previous thoughts of doubt and parental control as the human sequence yet again repeats for the layman audience locked in the balcony as though the view from above were a justifiable insight out of the madness, no… it is a direct eye into the storm as it shatters and sunders the seats and ripping out all the furniture, the movement breaks down like the very human incarnation of a hydro-chloride acid in the stomach as it digests anything not covered in mucus to protect itself, but the human animal does not only thrill itself as much as it acts with its own primary autonomic system as a physical counterpart to the astral image and the emotional Self that resides at this crucial rare coincidence that diversity has wrought into being Here as more than mere storming over balcony… we are the recombined parts of ancestors that never made it as far into what true understanding becomes over lifetimes inside any number of different and forgetful selves searching for the meaning of life they can agree with as nothing ever truly settles enough to create another foundation in faith collapsing, where the meaning might have lost all meaning yet we have no idea that this has happened because our visions are being blocked by the penitent stare of the evil kind trapping the riot between the people left there when the shit comes down with each owning up to their own devices in this struggle against a systematic disposition, but the myth is perpetuated as general consensual reality enough for the believers to make up their beliefs and just enough time to assemble some follower-types willing to put themselves on the line for something that might only be imaginary the whole time for those on the outside view… there is no one absolute purpose for all of us together to be known save by only one lone person among us, each of our dubious discoveries in separate identities combined serves in one purpose as reflected by another’s energy and personal purpose set into motion to the gratitude of a cycle completed without intrusion from competing interests buying out or ransacking the the whole mess with a bag of cash as though it were some petty drug deal or set-up, but no there are other people to consider before oneself which holiday was meant to previously imply that ‘good will’ and ‘cheer’ needed to be spread all over the world though even these goals were corrupted to personal gain solely as would benefit the “wise” profiteer clinging to every rung on the way up… still the same animate and interactive illusion it has ever been looking bleakly upon the unrecognized grace that each being in their own right has no matter how the degrees of difference change like the hands of a swinging clock twisting up time to keep us in check, as we still keep buying things beyond our means which means that the finite cannot last and is indeed coming into a certain end phase that has been predicted throughout the various faces of millennia to pass for what we would call ‘human existence’ is just a realization of how many pieces that are actually trying to fall into place at any one moment, but a “good” majority of us remain ignorant of these facts as we consume beyond regret into the forsaken lands of the oblivious led on by the flimflam made greater still by the maddest promotions…

Thanks, khet.