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earmarked for the disposal as the fires burn for us in a furnace whether we escape an overwhelming idea of torment as the robots we move in harmony with the secret chamber in which our parts are kept, giving into a system that has fooled us into caring about the whole society in a reversal of a pseudo-psycho logic where our masters know better than we do what this supposed society needs to succeed, or it is to dust and water and filth that shall rise to the top of the food chain to defy any actual human ingenuity trying to build something worth remembering for centuries to come?… but Now, we are in a digital age that is quickly showing us what is capable beyond the limits of the purely physical way of perceiving things as they are to try evolving and adapting to the endless cycle of changes that occur under our skins and beneath the very earth we tread, but what comes of this shy attention to detail hiding from the sun as those bitter brighter rays of light shoot down upon the methodical madnesses as they creep between minds and manic swivels of the hip who think they are so cool…it is to the touching items pulling us back into being the emotional human not just being part of the servile unit that works so hard to please those who will never care to begin with because this is just who they are, we see beyond the temporary bliss of devices and toys as they make us more efficient in as much as we are becoming more distracted with these simulations of stimulating informations, but we need knowledge to compile and cope as the system defies our thoughts and plans for the leadership quality of cowards dead inside always searching for a vital energy overthrow between their chosen victims and lust for power… treating the compassionate contingent like dirt that isn’t even good enough to walk upon because their causes directly contradict the way abusers want to take every advantage they can to corrupt the many, to play god remaking the world in a psychotic vision that parallels the scene shining out from the blood-painted as walls inside their heads, and willing to do anything to get a nightmare like this to become the paradigm of absolute reality as long as their ideal opportunism wins the lion’s share of the resources and commodities… monopoly. the staring faces whose energy is uplifted by a deft surgeon’s hand of propaganda sweeping gracefully over all of our heads as the minds tick away the years in dread of the next wave to hit us from the unprepared behind, dirty workers remain buried under the asphalt to spring into action when the right motion to wrong the throng of devoted yet demoted wary followers takes their television cues from assholes without a grain of martyr within them, and working against the natural grain of this system in oblivion trying to recover from the lazy state of blame and shame and guilty games that distract away from important matters that can utterly retrieve us back from the brink of a hideous void to which the imperious are throwing the most expendable of the people to push them back into the emptiness of the forgotten lore of ages past… tweaking the knobs whose jobs are there to possess the strength to resist dissident ideas and thrusts into the future where they don’t belong for some of us are not kind or do not see other human animals as friends in a kind of kinship, a total lack of respect that basically goes against whatever our species is trying to accomplish as a whole minus whatever rampant swing of conformity seems to lock our steps into place as we feel more apart from the rest of this world, but as a group we are not embittered alone by the swing of a diseased monkey wrench tossed into gears and cogs that have since damaged and sprung loose of their roles within the system further sending spiral plagues of dysfunction into this ever-corrupted modernity as decadent display… the wealth that builds a cold concrete forest of smooth sheer cliffside as rungless ladder to be climbed from the inside like a roach or a spider getting higher inside the web of intrigue begun to off-set the people against each other in order to sharpen the edge of competition which hires and fires us all at one time or another, dependent upon where we are choosing to go and what motivates us to see the forest for the trees as the truly adaptable human animal searches beyond the modern dark ages to seek refuge in the fresh kingdom of a digital age moving as close to the manifestation of reality as possible without being scorched by those willingly jumping out and down into the subconscious wildernesses of the big empty where we all seem to take our time to getting anywhere, but patience and waiting are virtues that can bring about newer perspectives from the old to reveal what other truths lie behind what is most obviously visible at the surface to the naked eye as it scans the horizon for more… we of the curious stage at development’s framing…

Thanks, khet.