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Crossing the line

i have been criticized by the cruel and unworthy whose owned epic fallacies use us all to some extent as my trying not to harm a fly gets trouble thrown down into my face with the offensive fears that people produce leaking terribly from their mouths, and whoever might have said that this orifice was only meant for eating obviously never had to consume some for the idle bits of gossip that prevails like a sickness of champion effort realized as the pseudo-aware can’t seem to shake the dragon using our own symbols against us, to process and break down the weaknesses of others while ballooning their personal exalted power the ignorance a gift for all the excuse shuttering into a narrowed view of the world… with gifts from this vanity, we mock and guilt and shock and shame each other as tragic disdain stains the ways that we perceive an audience stuck in the gutters where those vainly suppose we are not from, the standard of western civilization is rife with flaws and foibles in the likes of which will never be seen or realized in the same ways again once curious experience has matched wits with the trial and error of natural history as it roles us all over, and it is a mirror that soon projects onto its people all of the traditions and honor as well as the garbage and sweat and hate that gets left in the gutters when some precious thing is discovered or rather uncovered from the meaty filth it is buried in… i write, scanning all the parts of my atrophied mind wasted by the time insight finds me clear, to defy what it is that i take for granted in this life whether it stems from a wanting to understand the quandary in a general sense, or perhaps an alien that is motivated to process information through the perceptive human consciousness it lives within to further come to conclusions about the state of humanity as it convenes Here on earth as mighty as heathen innocence compares to human innovation… try to just change the station if you don’t like what you hear or read as this frequency is not the only noise pouring through in the out there where you are from, sending signals into the distance flying off through the err of fortunate fates and faithless betrayal to see the day travel as the well-worn shoe certain and set in its ritual haze displayed like precious jewel to be bought and tucked away, but uncertain of those treasures that measure any man’s assets and values into trash-less debris and decay that sits and waits for its time to come as the aeons of humanity wash the world of its’ many faces as harbinger of eternal change… the deranged sits cranked up with volumes of visions intent in their separate planned schisms manifesting division between all of the senses as they flux and flow with the tensions affixed naturally within people, the sole inhabitant of the head once death has pulled the spirit from this vessel now spent from the voyage from this previous life living casually as though nothing else were going on in the cosmos except for themselves, but not necessarily a world as inhabited by the curious opportunist even though there are many scrambling for survival in taking all the pieces of the pie-eyed dream for their individual hoards… which some classic traditions hold that a lineage within families are the only means to gain an authority over others’ waging of bets and at odds with as powers sway and change the gamuts in systems, in managing to lower themselves in single strands of doubt to conquer the mask of inhumane clout as it accumulates like dirt to the boot heels marching to conquer other places and native traces left over from these disregarded centuries as a suffering which needs to heal in order to truly move forward without regret… it is a senseless debate retarded and repeated over and over until the propaganda wins out undermining any of actual humanity’s positive journey with greed and fear and guilt used by sick and cunning modern animals in their manmade habitat as iron structure turned into gilded cage or ivory tower of modern makers massive attempt at a bent frame of reference looking upward toward a godlike nonsense being thrown at you, the starving narcissists down below barely scratching the footholds and hand grips that lead higher to the hedgerow mazes that still try to amaze us in their expansiveness so much so that we get lost within them and their vibrant boundaries holding all the cards in close to the chest that pirates bury treasure, but beating there is a heart as some functional organ played by its’ host for all the life it is worth in more ways than just to joke and folly all the live-long-day as the truly cunning beasts roam about us to pick off the weaker ones judged worthless and ready to be exterminated with cold easy acceptance of the challenge to end lives yet fully lived… we are beasts clothed as the sheep we allow control when we decide there are other more pressing issues with which to deal, and yet there is need of some caretakers otherwise the whole idea of this vital oppression loses steam and the power to inflict itself upon people who deserve better from a greater good yet realized, ideas used against us all…

Thanks, khet.