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…casual, a Cult of causality…

…thin threads threaten to break the concepts strung together in order to somehow synchronize the greater whole to collect a purpose from that gloried storied whole as massive amounts of talent or skill remains stored in the fat and marrow of our form of organic computers on par with every other thing around us utilizing tendrils of nerves picking up on all sorts of natural vibrations, those not attached to the system remain invalid to an artificial order of things superimposed upon the natural growth that occurs Here in overlapping patterns we so casually define as chaos which is not untrue though our awareness awkwardly outside the deals of random cause and effect affected adversely like Schrodinger’s cat by the observer, but alive or dead is never an end merely the separation or divorce perhaps from the infinite physical intoxicated states that can decay and displace what lies underneath the surface facade that slowly erodes away as features melt or fade… and yet on a whim of displayed conformity to the status quo to straddle the comfort zone the edged sword we must figure out a way to step from the sheltered insanity of a solely dependent feature, that provided for safety net made to question whether truly safe without a solidarity of the family unit may not mean stable no matter what horseplay goes down around a home if no guidance stays warding away ill winds that savor the negativity passed around the sick and dying fooled into thinking into being a righteous fervor to which is no server only a master, this is the ‘cult’ in culture from societies passed on as previous civilizations are wont to do when a newer update comes through the etheric web of all-where being now-Here instead stuck in the all-turd (altered) reality of a turd reich push to make the world shittier by far than it has ever been in order to manipulate the rest into either giving up or turning it all into stardust once again… we could be visited upon by aliens of an extraterrestrial nature as though to say our ancient visitor theories might not hold true as speculative information and connections with stretched context spread throughout these interwebs we have created then reinforced by near-constant umbilical attachment more and more as technology advances through the void that is, and leading us to almost too many possibilities within sets of variation and option paralysis as we collide somewhere in its midst perhaps like a Vinn diagram of worlds collision not overlap where the in-between represents those new substances destroyed and recreated as those forces meet and try to cheat death and the rapid oblivion as it follows through the vast depth of a timESPace (time-ExtraSensoryPerception-space) cosmogony as we are observers to its shifting energies further cataloguing into existence all the frames of glimpses distinct with their multitudinous labels freezing them in their places Here… keeping some of us wandering further out of the desert of the real wondering aloud while abiding by someone else’s rules whom happens to utilize tools of self-sacrifice acting with swagger as everyone’s favorite savior keeping us special, and on to nothing else because absolute belief makes obsolete joy or rather exiles pleasure to then subsume the excess of access to fragments left in nature by weaponized imagination now perverted jewelry symbolized as necklace of skulls, artifacts hanging off the sweaty bodies of zealots who look like us coming to wreak revenge compiling their essence into a huge radioactive nuclear Kali-Dali thing who will use its mass trying to consume us once and for all…

thanks, khet_:/