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sCarving artists…

from nothing we came and from nothing we retain as if the training didn’t work properly yet enough to kill for this whole mockery of the country we share and uphold together locked into torment as only continuation of action opened up slaughterhouse translations of misery and gore hanging onto a place to stay relevant to this suspicious activity always lurking just outside of our intimate range of seen to blame anyone but ourselves from seeing it coming to an end closing doors while holding wide open for others some inexplicable reasons seasoning the impressions kept calm and controlled belief-to-be in negative karmatic jacks of all tirades blessing the seize of spaces a laughing lucid dreamers’ debate sleeping steady glazed of eyes tightened wired shut from the inside when wildly fluxed-up energies absorb our intoned intentions and those left unspoken as death blooms a voice-of-god mantra trying to pull out the wool worthless gauze while hoping to cause this blindness by combining myth and reality to fabricate as paradigmata filled with perpetual time savoring techniques no one has the skills necessary to apply appropriately to finish the job, but wait there’s more than just a big empty floating broth in scum of the earth trials and tribulation testing survival again and again once the timing is right for the supernal to appear reachable from Here as does seem that countless numbers of civilizing idea as force have passed somewhere through a ghost within our genetic makeup as we transmit the signals as much detailing them into place so they will demarcate the lines where all our failures need to be remembered in order that they may stay lessons with layers able to be understood by the ones who may find the patterns of challenge inside the puzzling ranges of vital possibilities life has slung us into bewildering many of us further than simply one deranged step away from crazy but off into another dimensional version of the realities we already see as truths amplified all around us certain of our certainty tainting our already biased perceptions of a fluid world fractalizing and changing all analogs in random swells of tide and tale that catch the wind there, though once outside of ourselves the rules as we all knew them will twist weird upon their axis enough that shifts are bound to occur regardless of status or favors curried in a lot of ways we would call these fateful chances and our quick surprise at a particularly unthinkable scenario incapable of logically happening from our position viewed like every other person altogether from a proposed stand of neutral absolutes that define what the truth can mean to us as we strive to unify the mind and body whose time we utilize sometimes on the spirit of whim and fancy too great to be dismissed as the bright aura of our emotional selves burns out the eyes of those who try not to see… to say we are scared as just the use of word to digest as the whole of humanity in what can never be quantified so simply because yes we are scared with some more than many others of us ourselves as these others when truly we are nothing more than one and the same without judgmental eye seeing vaguely biased average as a standard you perceived as real and noteworthy to appease to signals projected at us inflicting our souls to exhume and penetrate the last years of our lives with so much bitter bile welling up as tears to roll down the faces in a time of loss and grief when we truly glimpse that we are not alone but sometimes lost as passengers as much as cosmonauts on this plane in it as a unified field of theories and clues to discover a truly decent person behind the layered sources of guilts and shames that claw up to the surface world embarassed a bit too easily by what cannot be changed now, but must be embraced to exalt changing to a positive level before any real change occurs challenging a few more than some would like or appreciate as we all try to develop a little more than the last times we might have been Here before Now as chamber of the holy we find sacred too precious to see as all one united stack of demands and supplied responses in canned doses as laughter deadly released as a gaseous fun blotting out sunshine blind a sulferrous core serious to avoid joining the heresy of hilarity in everyone, scatter the traits positively catalogued by experience as culture breaks new ground altering and condemning other sounds as denote the aggressive dominance marauding the structures of social imperative another abused testamony to a series of the intensity that tries to eat us from the mind into a collective map not the territory that sometimes shifts and cracks oblivious to the humans that fucked it up even as regeneration and rebirth in turns to destroy lives…

Thanks, khet.