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Duke Cocky…

space migration, a final frontier… a voyage through time and the riddles of knowing the human rhythm bending in contradiction of the condition to which we all express friction and the mind-altering effects of this oblivious engine sucking brains and sucking up the wealth, we all give in to this bizarre treatment as massive experiment in the further progression of the ancient and yet hideously modern Mankind bureaucracy as an elusive miso-myso-stew (misanthropic misogyny) of patriarchy hoodoo that cooks the new digital trail as well as the thoughts of the few who are trying their best to try working casual through the abuse, but we are drawn from substance that takes two parts at the least in this fandango of faith and filth tangoing recklessly in yearning trying harder in either regard no matter how difficult results might wish the opposite as opposed from where we stand up for who we are today… the gauge is set and ready for the trigger pulled as gut-wrenching scheme against the dreamer and a mind full of ideas steady for any of the receiving end of this suspended garden to tend, the hidden menders with their weaving hands swarming the threads with a sobering seriousness that meanders between the real and the imagined in this world full to the brim with these reversed and insane that twist the pain and confusion to levels up-turned by the harm deeply cutting as a ways to get to something more than this, but we are ever in the mindset which states that we cannot meet at a point where the gathering reception was meant to be more of a social message to cure the path of broken destinations and of wicked misinformation as intervention if we cross that narrowed line of recognition… we shoot up and outward for an idea of truth and understanding in odd settings where there very rarely allows this to be for there are many cars in the streets waiting to hit something good, not anything that will dent the chassis thus making the machine so visibly marked by all of these violent twitchings as offends a person’s common sense to become this overly irate psychic sensitivity to a subjective range of good results contradicting the bad, but the hammering of gods inside our heads won’t relent on the progress that sketches itself out as it surges forward to hit all the relevant points in forging the correction necessary to put others in their place… the fascist ones we are working against are reflecting the same energy that lifts and can make of the unsound whatever creatures we claim ourselves to be as a stalking and lethal movement takes over the minds of the serious and static who hold to killing, that urge to push the rest of this flaming wreck off the edge of an almost real cliffside drifting lost out from smooth face of cold stone as we bounce into the churning sea, but a change Here is where the rest of these ships carry a majority of the fools over to a creative inspiration that might sound like the specious siren’s call of unanimous decision made immortal omnivore chewing through mob mentality direction sense as it would tend to flock the unruly and unassorted towards us with some righteous urgency to find a way to the satisfaction beyond our skin’s pursuits… born animal housebroken from terms of lowest common dominator as perhaps “pet” upon the social totem as leash we first start our individual paths toward a final expression, in fashioning ourselves to be a better person on the way to trying to gather the best information to help guide more than consciousness from sources that would rather see the individual suffer in silence reaching a plateau of polite gratitude and unquestioned certainty in freedoms, and we soon come up against our determined view and the rest of this motley troupe trying to house the best of us together with sinews and grasping at puzzles whatever the meaning that can be received if they are solved… thus dissolved into the meaningless visage of the incomprehensible as it shutters and flows through the cosmos unabated by winds of change as they too are part and parcel with this manifest force, the shaking infant awareness as the ideas come to some conscious fruition dropped for a tree that shakes loose all change to push the juices from the core of tender flesh inside yearning for an expression, and devoured at the same time by the powers that be by extension of an assimilating trend as all parts become the sum of the vast whole contained by this as vessel with a face as it keeps absorbing all parts… the visions along with morally chaste behavior that make one stand upon a tenuous precipice on which to defend one’s beliefs from authoritative judgments that begin repressing the true human spirit from its vibrancy, a dreadful mucus coating the world populace in its neutral state with an electric fluid that casually remains in place once a loss of resistance can be obvious which links the humans within such a cataract, but this single cell is a nervous state always on the verge of being infringed upon when the organism cannot properly attain a balance in this ordered existence… frenzy and fury are bedfellows as the percolating friction between tension and expression builds up the walls and the towering structure below deeply embedded layers displaying an experience and a strange record of genetic memories as the ideas soon find their way to the surface, and why do i keep going on with these shallow writings as i know they shine a light upon facets of myself that i wholly cannot explain as minions with a higher purpose to shed away like corrosive the pieces of rot that still cling to the ideas although no parasites are allowed to grow to create others of deficit, born of defeat and excess in a sheltering sweltering hot box caged by impression from those who have locked it shut with the hammering of nails to close one into a claustrophobic realization… that there is no exit for energy…

Thanks, khet.