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Touched by a chaos.

i am not alive, i am merely a lie, but i do it so well that this reality is fooled into thinking me innocent or naive of such skills… the fashion is to tell only half-truths reinforcing the bullshit with a touch of genuine feeling which never really gets subsumed by the power of the information involved, therefore i appear human in this hollow graphic schtick as it manifests as my life and history making and unmaking itself with each breath, but my half-truth is being born of two humans where it is the liars’ half that shows me an idealized love as shared between child and parents though i know this is false to a certain extent… it is merely learning to accept the parts of self that are difficult to be easily understood by this person or another, though by cherishing each other we cherish whatever good we can present to the world through what our actions and motivations bring building this tender mercy with truly care full planning that is entwined with a quest for knowing, but these visions we chase show us things we might not want to see so clearly as good and bad seem to appear in equal portions of probability from this distinctive looking glass called a ‘face’ as the mood fits the emotions portrayed… we perceive these things so neatly packaged to further an ordered measure that gives us the mechanical solutions we have gotten used to hearing from sources that already appear sympathetic to our needs, but in reality are only using the fervor of one or more opinions to create a substance from nothing solid in particular save except the sense of satisfaction in “knowing” one is in the ‘right’ instead being labeled wrong by the rest of society at large… the deviant in nature is not necessarily the villain to be quashed and condemned by the majority of simple minds as humanity in charge of security even though very few are capable to see the about-face that the greater governing authority tells us is right, but to glimpse through the glaze of subterfuge is a keen skill to possess in the nights and days of surviving this game that resembles living free but is truthfully a disguise of mind to hide us from enlightenment from inside, where the wild things are and where we are not just human beings collected together for a common purpose as humans are herded into the gated communities and fenced-in oblivions with little real compassion other than the oppressive will requiring humanity to change into humility and to serve out the system’s sentence upon us… the tragic cage we built to keep the evil things out when we seem to have reached a point where we are keeping the dark forces inside with us while those coveting their own glory are devising ways to keep all none the wiser in figuring out this moving living puzzle, with the errs of centuries all tucked neatly away in books and pages having been fabricated to condense this expansive worldly knowledge into small tomes of dusty interpretations as the years wear on us all who have had to sit through the yawn-inciting lecture after lecture, but when the swirling myths actually get ahold of us they never let go as more time piles upon our heads marking the passage with experiential data that clings to our insides like hoops on the ears becomes fashion trend for those willing to extend out to that vital challenge meant to encourage more than enrage, to engage rather than to incite the fear which becomes hatred as ignorance and frustration build to ferocious intensity popping all the little bubbles of positive attitude as one big negative loop begins to encircle the rest tighter and tighter… to squeeze the glowing positive ooze like a pimple from the puckered pustule that blisters with tension and energy as the greasy sweaty surface begins to ripen with oils and slippery ease, pushed past the sphincter of no returns to immure the product to be with calculated and deliberate steps taken to be assured that the rest of a fearful populace is under control for the benefit of its analyzed people, but nothing is ever as certain an objective as it might seem once the pressure to see what the forces-that-be require one to view is revealed as a truth one has to escape from while the others flounder about in the cesspool cum gene pool of immemorial aeons gone by as we are now terrorists in wondering why this has happened to us deciding to fight instead of flight… waiting for the last straw to drop…

Thanks, khet.