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Sham or Coma?

as songs to statements, how does the logic extend through us like reinforcing sides of a wall holding this room with a view inside of a universal mind as we try glimpsing into a virtual reality surreal of qualities a dream into which we devote the spectacle to argue meaning to ostracize the ones who knew better though did nothing to stop all of this momentum, but with an attention to detail as somewhat lacking when herds of peoples as scattered delivery systems in becoming harbingers of a future whose warnings no one seems to ever heed in those dark times and the enlightened ones alike as the searches for wisdom emergent never finishes… the words as symbiotic magics urged to determine control and for some of us the manipulation of symbols and images in which mortal revelry adds to a chaotic chicanery in the symbolism to be sure whether therein lies the truth hanging like dangling mental jewelry used to perhaps make ourselves and the selfish cells we are looking as classy as the day that we had to be purged from the womb, but before lesson ever learned that we are to be consumed and consumer alike in the upright strife of dichotomy autonomously acting out the nature of aggression and projection even though it all leaves us as vessels Here attempting to understand our own inherent organic technology amidst the larcenous demagogues and the falling of prophets to industry whose mistake it was to be made in a too long ago to recall with any accuracy as phylogeny recapitulates ontogeny ontologically within a history lost to the fog of collective nature unnatural to be sure as currency of this current debt, so that as adaptive a creature as it has ever been this series of systems orienting all the time that we have for us as we ever try to wield these articulate frames deftly or sometimes those shitty displays of emotional relayers playing at random as whenever the mood strikes us in our ignorance for the Other that simply is not us… though many parts of a chromatic synapse otherwise would have us try to listen to our chromosomes as their harmony unfolds in living through some aspects unseen each in our genetic tape looping, the repetition of which gets us in Here where we are as today, and squeezing out of every last drop in experiencing this peculiar a division from one another as greater cells set about dividing to conquer those fates left as garbage and debris are to be sorted out by those Others…

Thanks, khet.