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Keeping the Groundhogs at Bay.

the Punxsutawney gremlin spills its shadow outside of the hole, and Here i render words to deflect your charge for peace of mind as i keep recent things to unwind a filter of gossamer and derelict thoughts astray, the visual is a victim of my fueled and careless assault upon the betterment of nature… the natural future unharmed by the hands of Mankind whose patriarchy needs to redefine itself as something a little more pleasant and compassionate than the current state of affairs gone awry, a toxic and unwieldy thing that blocks the sun from our eyes, and tries to keep us in the dark out of diseases that herald our doomed dead seed displayed, to fake us into fixing the problems in a forum where no one has the right to say anything that no one else likes… so no problems ever get solved by the houses filled to the brim with genial kindness in their eyes just before they sell you the rest of their political schtick to swindle with opportunity’s flare out into the wilds of a homeland that no one has ever called ‘fair’ in so long as to cut it out of the books wherever it is seen or even mentioned, the political disease is still diseased and broken in by the weight of all the lies that wear thin underneath that veneer patriotic more now neurotic than the zero-sum game that is played with all our resources and energy combined for the cheap exploitation of profit, and obtained knowledge ripped out of context from the false words of prophets in graceless temples who try redeeming themselves in lotus and poppy blossoms yielding the gifts of the one who is saved more so by opinion over fact… relying upon one’s own feeling and interpretation instead of any other’s bias of the truth or gamut of facts open to an array of debate, the honest tool in scraping away crusted and fragmented forms of cluttered data stuck against the inner layers of human faith and trust in human ways involving no explicit following of any laws given the ley of this land, but symbols that come to life of their own volition moving on through the filter of matter that the fearful repent in sin and shit and other gross humors that come with the territory… we create the isolation that digests us in the many millions of faceless people that abhor us, the human a porous substance through which many liquids and gases and issues assume an authority by means that lead to command of the human bodily functions, and made real through the prism in the soul whose light fluctuates with mood and enlightened attitudes all from growth to death projecting out onto the world what is interpreted from the depths of humane tissues… contradictions with every breath, a substantial imperative to play the game their way in an attempt to be on an equal level even as all forces can come forth as sequels to their original, and fickle waves that rippled resonant in subtle trickles… like a bugging water torture that continuously drips sentient and cruel, finding we get involved in intimate epic games of villain and hero or bad guy versus nice guy attitudes themed to pull apart what is not working properly within the system of substance where the practical becomes married to the irrelevant in a volatile curse of confusion, but there is no doubt of forward momentum and mutual benefits if such problems are approached the right way as opposed to the dominant lopsided tactic so readily available today under a yellow sun… overcompensation for our act of shared delirium each one steering the various plots into fruition as fuel for the twisted and dysfunctional growth in this closed-off environment meant to build pressure for the release of a germinated seed of consciousness to shatter the metaphorical glass of the ceiling that we have degraded to further aid in the removal of ourselves from the womb planet, but why sap the land of all its resources leaving its landscape so barren and cold, when there are ways more conducive to reproducing the shimmering gold heaven on earth that we wish so hard to become a solid fact of reality… who needs this really?

Thanks, khet.