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an omission of omniscience…

psychotic fuckers all around us dealing in death and mayhem as equal partners making life actual hell and yet praise be to gods for which we may be nothing when all else fails to inspire us for making any real changes for the better except to pray our minds will alter the convictions and content we allow to be a caustic casual reminder of the daily need that life is worth it even through the stress and condemning opinion of the Other sometimes long and drawn out within our own heads as an ever-perfected weapon used to cause people to self-destruct because there are no options outside of what we are given or taking for granted as each a journey unique on its own compressed within a paradigm twisted by those urged to rule over their own kind with impunity thinking we can accept the truth so readily as perhaps to be with unquestionable faith the sedate host in the ruling authorities, while the disease spreads amongst us in our ignorance conditioning to filter our difficult decisions and not acknowledging the suffering that other peoples have to endure from the harsh obscenities that living in the out there represents as forces striking us down and nailing our coffins shut while still the party rages on without our subdued persona to contribute as though we ever did with such enthusiasm in the first place because of how some of us are a reluctant donor to risk when fear is allowed to rule over our lives keeping us from the full experiences of living, and we push the buttons and are stepping upon nerves crackling the eggshells glued together as amended by the wayward uses that people have for each other in this messy existence pining for credibility sometimes when least expected because of the surprise disguised inside the kinds of creatures we can be to see fragments of the surging cosmic filament warp and weft those uniting our collaborative depths and dissected from a whole by some of us that view control as a defining pieces and the parts from the rest… to wed a fervor for science as base to a zealous will of religious imperiousness as emotional alchemy to span the remains of these aeons left to us and our relative generations moving slowly throughout time and space as like cosmic worms gnawing our niches out of speculative matters and opinions a dusty shelf built as home to our roles in life perhaps sequenced by who we are throughout among other curiosa Here, we are trying to find a way in the mists of memory as much make a difference in the way things are with this thread of understated instructions bound by rules unknown until they are learned from wracked nerves stressed by the decisions made for us by a continuation that stirs further demands beyond our myopic view of a reality in which we are dominant, but to find a path through the labyrinth with danger at every corner where we might speculate a safety though we do not know this as fact to be sure inspiring a confidence that recall some of the finer aspects we claim to attribute to a god even as we come to realize that it has been us all along kept as pets until the time comes where we have grown out of cages to be convinced of freedoms…

Thanks, khet.