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MAMA und DaDa

the distortion always begins to shine a light on the flaws we have achieved thus far while per chance trying on ridiculous postures to possess the best angle on which to view all of this as mess a condemnable material exposed to the fashionable flame of fortune to be found guilty and burned, obtained by the way we have allowed ourselves into this warm supine swarm of oblivion washing over us all like the flooding panic attracted to the lunatic absolutes dissolved away in this rush of negative offense defended, and managed like a disturbed furlough as dismissed from a bad patient being punished by authority taking away the toys and the dignity all at the same time as finding the victim worthy of making a lesson of their displayed carcass for all in the public to see scandal beneath the trees that shade and protect… to serve and protect what, i ask, do these pigs in black and blue jumpsuits try observing the laws they enforce or just hack their way into positions of dominance to appease the pyramid scheme on high in those ivory tower hideaways with special security and monitoring to make sure there is never to be any unwanted intruders… we are subjected to claims that nothing is as it seems and less than ten percent of the visible spectrum can be seen by the naked eye looking into the screen with the same dire serious lies that only opportunistic selfish fools can ascribe to their lives as liars live and die out as do all of us in time, without doubt and some of us without irony as attainment of that next plateau becomes a precious amount of gibberish spilled from the mouth of another world leader attempting to take control of the situation whether humanity becomes enlightened or not is anyone’s guess, but the period will come when Mankind needs to confess of itself as the primordial beast whose shape and substance has come to define all aspects of existence thus far as the foibles make us who we are as the blade is hammered onto the anvil to strike out impurities in order to conform the weapon to the life it was meant for by its’ user… a tamer of lions uses candy as a distraction, but the rumor sits useless triggered by a senseless touch, if there is not any humor within it abstracting the sweet from the sour…

Thanks, khet.