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to Reach Beyond this Cocoon…

disgusted with myself, with those comments and consistent screaming between the ears that perverts my conscience with reasons of logic ill-conceived to be correct, but with all the bells and whistles refined to this point to stab deep in to the heart meat which has eluded any valuable understanding for quite some time Here… in loving and hating the kind of things we can become as what we know hangs in the dire balance like some trinket only special to us personally by any reaching to connect, be a conned man without any confidence in humanity as the virtues have been purged time and again by giving up on something deemed of worth by another, but not these ragged dreams of a better tomorrow cannot stop even after i have awoken for this excremental tendency to be a worker in a system that sees only a statistic where a warm body stands… retreated into the spaces betwixt the mind and the soul where there the Muse sick sits and plays for me short bursts of this madness in melody and rhythm, taking hostage my heavy thoughts like stoned arrows falling back down and gathered to a bundle as anchor to hold me down at the bottom of this magical gravity well, but i know well that i know nothing of what is outside of this experiment in a life for which a struggle seems inherent in the dance between the righteous and wrongness for answers that only occur on the valid personal level… we cannot prevent this momentum once it pours into our patterns and filters through our solid bodies this prismatic display from which words and wants are driven through like some tunnel with lips speaking in the code of experience, the dreaming to hatch from the plan built of sheltered opinions unique to the promotion of such things have created surrounding us like our own invisible bubble reinforced by our conditioning Here on the mortal plane amid all manners of thought and action, but what cements the satisfaction into place for the NOT official story fed through the teleumbilical (television umbilicus) tube to the unaware populace clothed in the garments of that trend just around the bend or cornered artist with the right amount of perspective to survive in selling their lives… finding a voice call out the disposal parts of the scheming invented then inverted by the pursuits of Mankind, the raping and taking pillaging culture that spins lies in a drive for the win no competent competition between faceless corporate contenders as the crowds begin gathering to reassess if the need for this bold-faced greed in place of human compassion that never needs to bleed into the abyss has the room to exist at all as something more than a conceptual puzzle piece to manipulate, but lack of anything more substantial than selfish attention has paralyzed the relevant lines used to bring the truth to light more so than any romance burning with ignorance could ever benefit, all sides to the same extended life through all battery and insult used as gestures in the social hive to intimidate pawns into their respective roles on the game board of the world stage… perhaps the divorce of souls could right this struggle with decay even though it too is a vital force in this cosmic wilderness of dreaming collected together in order to live beyond an ineffectual authoritarianism, as moved into place like a helmet with a visor locked down to control what the young being sees as it grows into the stasis we are all given to be taken for granted as freedoms to be exploited upon later on, but not all our predecessors were as vile and villainous as those jerks encircling this demented technology of subverting honest humanity for a backsliding decadence dense with the failures covered-up and repeated until there is no going back to face the beast before it happened to collapse in upon the innocent of today… maybe we are all too naive before we actually begin to require more information to work upon before we actually ever sever with swiftness the slit wrist as desired by these suicidal tendencies rising against this machine with veins, and the poison can become the remedy though on this physical plane it is assumed that this toxic agent can merely be sucked from the wounds to where the victim gets better, if this were a spiritual toxin flowing through the system would it be so easily eradicated just by sucking on the right hole afflicting whatever the human thinks as truth getting deeply embedded in those personal neural networks that carry the signal far from the conscious struggle known nowadays as ‘reality’… a holographic trace that can link and store within this saturated brain of flesh and fluid locked inside our heads whatever we think bound with feeling and qualities of depth which are not so easily raced back to their sources, the tangents that drift between moment and memory, but that cannot stay still long…

Thanks, khet.