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Ignormal conformal

the ideas change hands and minds so frequently that the god on the radio shifts along with the caretakers a bit blinded as the cash cow created by this industry making us all oblivious in that overabundance that disgraces us as much as displaces our subjective emotional baggage as entrances us into the rituals we might have seen or dreamed of before this existence came into being drawing energy from us as soul without us when that cold and ugly skeleton is left the structure underneath of that resting carcass decay screaming for peace or smiling the quiet serene face in silent esteem of a ruin, this thing we become as when spent useless we fade away to reach into the empty with both fists because the void of nothing is a potent something we cannot miss let alone wrap our consciousness around so fully in trying this type of comprehension enough to analyze this segment of ourselves with an off-kilter perception of an abject civility as objectivity has said with a thrilling chill of electricity down the spines as we are infused in signals of enthusiasm producing objects that fill the gap, but mindful of the crap that builds up into a wasteful trap that human domestication we all ascribe to when very few have the assertion to choose different paths out of a selfish sheltering safety instinct as defensive and belligerent at the same time considering righteous one’s own worth amongst the surly yet lacking courageousness as that guide through the fields of terror known as ‘fear’ to those of us who have known about it for some time though do virtually nothing in a prevention of its effects on people… this silent killer strikes any time there is the barest hint to do so it is excessively surprising to witness how fear enables one to dash everything all to bits when it is this emotional self that has to do the brunt of the work mediating between bodies as the only one of us who are truly selfless to the extent necessary in saying ‘fuck it’ as those situations carry on more negative connotations through a wider range of affective behaviors that single us out personally, and a mind killer draining the states of awareness openly toward that banal plateau where stagnant grey and hollow tones reveal the homogenie (homogeny) casting out meaningful spells and dire wishes with a twist like any good tall tale or bizarro story meters high and trying to touch god’s floating corpse if only though just enough to let those djinn outta that bottle to mix with juice or make a martini in the attempt to kill the pain conformity breeds into us a classroom at a time, substance sliding out of line with the rest of our askew perceptions to truly certify the upper hand used against us in our variousness of relative relevant vibrations eating away the day while the night time is frustrated by all those workers on the move to get away find a way to escape in some distinction that takes one out of a looping biological system digesting us slowly for a minute…

Thanks, khet.