All The Wrong Topics dot com

a whore’s Clutch…

life preserving function of procreation taken to the hilt in this holy see of the people rabid in their need for rampages in the quest to search for that meaning only the individual can attain in which sometime requires a day job to finance one’s version of this journey to the fullest height of independence years after acknowledging these steps out of personal awareness soon enough clouded by ignorance that i nor anyone else should just accept as though this were the only way to progress, there are many that can make others do what they say by virtue of their work ethic and moral code but these are merely a few guidelines that one might follow as to thine own self stay true as though any statement like that one could loop back around and deliver insight to perhaps past versions of ourselves that have yet to read that lesson as it was intended to be though we are not immune to any of the variable signals used to convolute and distort a tragic realism as mission to explore the social mind further, and evidence for a truth is difficult to come by when one’s own senses betray the person through things of comfort and a familiarity adopted as ritual to conform one’s reality to that consensus willed forward by a cultural empire and an ideal of civilization that is not so civil as the wars created thusly are cruel reminders that society has a lot farther to go than Here where it may seem perfect though the illusions always appear this way as deterrent from being honest… one in which the future is not afflicted with a service to disease passive in its aggression to eliminate the competition barely competent what the holy human vessel represents to these motes of the microcosmic order manifested in chaos and what is revealed as random chance in this struggle to try making sense of details in compression to that feed and nourishing only those open to that order or series of commands demanded be made by the immediacy of a boss or master, flourishing in a display of our submissive acts that derives our fealty to these powers-that-be whose interest in us is slight but really certain of the inferiority to a humanity as opposed to a Mankind utilizing tyrannical methods to coax selfish logic out of whosoever crosses paths with one of these false profits inflating themselves to perilous proportions of a giving-to-take sequence allowing for their abuse of resources and labor by incredible strokes of the imagination not a fully-realized gimmick until it has swept us through a gauntlet of subconscious body politick as real progression can conform without the pressures and hassle of these ant-like creatures crawling in out to surface trying to peel back the foreskin of liberty to circumcise all the circumstances that yield a human development into these beings that seek and find ways to compel chance and fate as wedded weapons of the random circling like buzzards or vultures awaiting ugly carrion to pop loose a stink wafting up to rise, and while watching carefully in wait knowing their victims are not just prey-acting but scarred…

Thanks, khet.