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sideshow Sovereignty

What did ‘meta’ mean exactly? Why does the organism adapt cautiously, cancerous, and carcino-genetically? Part of an old estranged and selfish journey biased towards truths perverted by personal localized forms of some conscious-at-large, as we are granted the explorations of humanity through mind and body while the soul acts as the bridge to communicate and mediate between the duo that can fragment into as many, and there are endless proofs of these living variables exploring as much any absorbing the counterproductive attractions to ‘time-wasting’ activities. Suffered to act through “urgency” of the whim and urge as myopic lens of interpretation, subtle artifact of human animal species subjectively-objectifying and projecting out prehensile yet primitive in ways that still confuse and frustrate the “agency” caused as the reflexive of innocence in this creature learns and growing-intellectually once a unique circadian rhythm, and soon enough perplexed as perspective becomes narrowed to the self-righteous hate-timed rituals as actively-attained substance tainted by misguided perceptions into that individual’s draw on power from the very heartless rage that they decry as being inhumane and evil. Even though none of us knows what true or how real a true evil could ever be in reality, as these concepts now rend our mindsets as the scalpel can almost-instantaneously sever flesh from the bone, but quality complicates quantity as more and more fools like leaves fallen into the proliferation of the looping procreation primordial and cranked to “eleven” so-to-speak. Or course of ‘ninja-vitus’ and the ‘samurai-ghteousness’ i was feeling, either way the “youth-in-Asia” would be the winner of that strange pace of fate distractedly-circling like buzzards whose buzz has been killed, or the vultures turned holy water into burning wine for the parched of throat and dead of mind inside hideous layers that hide the monster we seek and that seeks to release within us a sudden bomb of the collapsed form enough to sort out whatever a god’s plan might have been one day. As not all daze can’t be woven the same, the only stipulation is the madness that holds us back while alternately launching “the joke” in shrapnel materialized over our heads, and sharply into the skins of those soldiers blindly thrown toward to foreground conflictions a sacrifice chosen as collateral by the situation in which the novel trivial absurdities seem closest in popping any balloons we determine and terminally set ourselves within, either as casualty to the “joke” or the caustic ‘punchline’ now floating about unseen until ‘it’ strikes out loud and we all fall down into the ashen once again. Whether we are left hardened items of statuesque tragedy terrorized by the very real repercussions generally considered as death becomes us, unable to be truly in control of our own meaningless endings reaching beyond our insignificance in the cosmos, and trying not think about what will be missed and tricked into creating a perpetual income for others some much more exclusive and particular than as fair to save the species from where it has the vaguest of origin. The jazz of suicide trash as it is made and disposed of there in the darkest places barely-revealed inside the skull even as we know how cold and ugly this boney framework happens to be in relation to the rest of this organic ‘time machine’ vessel we each travel the universal aspects of this material world as variables formed born and dead in moments of a godlessly-immense scaled ratio vibrating revelations through each as glacial missile slowing spinning hazardously-grim through undulating dark waves never swimming, but bending light instead as science in ordained and anointed religious fashioning reflects our total side-blinded devotion that will condense after cumulative chase of facts confirmed and stacked against the odds to make the illusion of ‘even’, though temporarily-chosen representing the victims in crisis and patients in times of waiting for the injury to appear as harbinger screaming death again once more nature’s defensive sting now lost to memory if remembered or ever observed from the critical distance of the macrocosm’s eye in mind viewing before allowed to transform into accepted-to-be a thoughtful action reacting by reflexive ages all at once…

Thanks, khet.