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…indebted throes to baelzeBodhisattva and co…

…machines laboring for us though would they ever get liberation from these assorted tasks making human spirit obsolete at the very least inconsolable because the ideals of humanity could be lost in the waking of the technology we have birthed into reality sourced from the disparate parts of this heathen earth whose sacrilege is also its sacred value imparted to us being from the creatures thus initiated to exist Here for whatever reasons mainly revealed only to themselves left to them alone to reveal to the rest of us in the world creating communal continuities once entered having difficulty escaping, those machines will try digesting us too without something to guide us back to reciprocal interdependence as nature might prefer to have us rather than toxic digital blasphememes swapped and switched in taking the place of casual conversations shunned by the random individual transhumanist cohorts whether devoted to technological hybridization of attempting to combine the best aspects of peak human potential and extraordinarily efficient machinery fused together the better to decide who gets upgrades first by process of an elimination as the cost of investment rises in tandem parallel forces pushing against each other in this era before markets crash, unlike some of the more recent generations before we were ever catalogued Here at the behest of merely existing caught by the system from start to finish in order to net the most worth value or profit perhaps not fit for human consumption maybe why they require less critical thinking and more sheer power manifested able to be controlled and harnessed for particular purposes agreed that most of those deals are shady at least accentuate the conditional elements bio-haphazard grotesque experimental empirical testing in applied torture as genetic science wizards of snuff pushing the results gathered until limits are broken… bodhisattva of the baelzebuddha perhaps as Buddhist’s equivalent to an antichrist path though not necessarily one of breaking things down for purposeful destruction as realizing sometimes we have to be tricked into acknowledging what is truly there instead of sleepwalking through these nightmares until awakened by some form of enlightening ray projected from the sources where brutal nature is deriving us for purpose Here interpreted by some as sacrosanct souls stolen from other dealers fragmented pus jewel into personal jewelry worn by creatures rotted from within chained to the cosmic machine whirling around us in its own faceless orbituary, data entries dark styling fruition by the marks scarring us into social domestication suffering through this necrotizing fascism as hospital gangrene of impolite political functioning without compassion faces of democracy worn away through stress and lacking hygienic maintenance enough to sustain reliable narratives only localized lessons to be learned from mutilated people in eccentric foulness custom-built by incredible deviants choosing to remain fearless as much limbless and determined through love loss waste logic reasoning how best in gradually assuring that ties remain severed toxic context or another shun sine blinded by tsunami-sized trauma waves breaking bad as they collapse then reify, or to regard abstract concepts as concrete material things thinking we can manage control over these pieces long enough to puzzle them together until stabilizing our perspective gets changed time and again sculpted by the contrast of certainty manifesting its antithesis Here we are left behind to obsess upon the details compartmentalizing ourselves as much the information informal at first sight though quickly subsumed and assimilated folding all currencies of knowledge one is able to access maybe not absorb while our portals remain available into digital archives because once defining thresholds are breached there is no going back previous directions…

thanks, khet_:/