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could the money ever be enough to let truth win out?… these opportunities that people take for granted to make their offspring reach some coveted level of human consumption, eh?… where all the houses are well worth the waste because this culture possesses so much excess to subdue the greedy and erratic… where either you find a standardized niche to work out of, taking your role to heart where the cancer grows as you give up your life force for this or that task that takes up precious attention one will never be able to retrieve, or otherwise you may stand on the path leading to a dead end fight for survival… this is the automatic fear that our world presently prescribes to each denizen Here as false panacea to what ails you, fear of becoming a useless mass all alone misunderstood and hated, but this is where the person needs to shrug off the doctrine that has been force-fed into the minds of the many without hesitation in the service to a new humanity subservient to causes that only involve a body… the mind can go fuck itself… or at least that is the commitment we make once we give up feeling for others to a degree, and focus solely upon our own plight in this makeshift assumption that preaching delight is within the grasp of the hopeless… conversation skills allow us to engage another set of faculties within the individual, but because of maniacal subterfuge on the part of a collaborative effort by the informed over the uninformed, there is only fear of becoming another example victim of scare tactics used by one side to move the other side… the trapped and penitent have no where to go pressed between mental rocks and the difficult spots that live and breathe and have their own homes to go back to when they are done Here, the capitalist pack mentality has killed too many that have not complied to the standards set forth by the authorities, but too many of us disguise our will through helplessness taken to intense extremes… this brings me to my own plight as the human animal i realize that i am, but there is an exaggerated gap between my mind and body, even as i realize as well that this is merely perceptual… i have a high respect for the imaginary arts that fuel work in more than the written word, all symbols that wield powers Here but from the vantage point of the unreal behind what is tangible in this real time, and we freely blend our existences from both realities… the literal and the false all have a point of entry to this plane, some work from the outside in, and others need to manifest from inside to project outward… the fascination with an entertained enlightenment that allows a people to live completely oblivious to the dangers immediate all around them, this cannibal culture with suicidal stitching at the seams, but we are prepared to go through to the ends of the meaning with this thing as it stands… to allow you to digest a little bit of that further, i shall take a moment to address my own faults on this monologue tirade that has become my style, and i recently found some positive reinforcement for my condition in the use of tight and condensed “walls” of words and intent streaming from consciousness… i didn’t even know what i was doing with these sparse messages utilizing ellipses as a means to prolong the thought as it were, but the Pinter pause has heavily informed my work to no end, mainly within these nodes where i can speak freely without THE constraint but still too much constraint Here, the inescapable and palpable presence of something pressing upon us all with its eyes in the sky looking down upon us… implying we are the inferior end of a scale on spiritual progress… to be strong and tough to instill a blessed resistance for ourselves against certain measures that do not make sense in the perspective of the individual, a discussion on these things would not heal the wound left from an atrocious means of retarding the child, but raising the issues necessary to learn from the shared experience that creates wisdom for everyone… some lumps get removed by force while the cancer stays to facilitate the next arrival of creative dynamism, adaptation to an incredibly hard-edged place where reversal is a form vanity and betrayal and too many other adjectives to list Here, but that doesn’t mean that we are limited to only our perceptions alone… there is too much to avoid talking about it all at all…

Thanks, khet.