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…calamity Train, get me off this crazy thing!…

…at one point in time, we have the opportunity open up beyond acting as a selfish creature sheltered by the features we have become familiar with while wishing we were some place else immersed in some foreign world though we see this is only so because of the enriched tapestry as a knight that has arisen to the occasion, a moment lost amongst all the different naive observers who wish to do something more but require a guidance interpreted much more as choreographed spinning dance than imposition of direct authority over personal issues… as impressionable youth we all see the deeper dreams for ourselves within those principles we are shown and allowed to sink in underneath all those reckless or studious masks that one wears to increase a ratio of success smoothly bypassing the emotional dangers that socially-consequential pressures imprint onto us within the parameters of being part of a game, not necessarily included in a real explanation of the rules as others see them though this doesn’t seriously stop all players from doing whatever they want in refute of these perceived motions out of order as nature not us would dictate the patterns Here varying enough subtly to almost be imperceptible by the naked eye constrained by context and content as much discomfort as discontent with the reality as it stands with all sides opposed, not unlike the asterisk shape a chaos star with arrows pointing both into and out of the center representing the inner and outer worlds respectively even when we confuse our interior place for the world outside of us which occurs more often than it should because there is no escape if there is no escapade or adventure to seek beyond the functional seen and not heard machine of the cruel and absurd behaviors shaking critical complaints at everyone forced to participate in this ritual sacrifice cycling through our civilization as it has through the other cultures before our current state of affairs… the dead beat is a generation of hearts and scars more emotionally-crippled than those of the doomed generation because calamity follows where the newer lifetimes can appear to have relevant anchor points in learning from mistakes of the past through lessons inscribed in times of dread and loss and nonsense, whether to minds awaiting for stellar travels outside of the flesh or impacting our bodies to the degree that humans will not be our only final form as we carry the genetic burden throughout our lives without falter as the organic dreams of assimilating the artificial and superficial coldly clinically and calculated no matter the cost of casualty this is what nature requires of us as merely animal computers striving to accomplish some kind of achievement, hoping that failure will not deconstruct the person into option paralysis as our choice of exits exist to either free or condemn us while continuing to hope that we do not die off so easily when every day there are many instances of these creatures not surviving at all, and what do these words mean to them if that is the case?.. my living is now and all aspects of this rhythm and rhyme seem to reason out that many of the things that i have considered myself are merely surface facets that were taken as granted even though there is no justification for thinking that, and the relentless analysis as our thoughts allow strange work to surge forth from the bowels of an ablyss we have never seen but always felt, wondering where in the world is any sign of sanity to be found Here…

thanks, khet_:/