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…no cures until Crooked…

…to stop has me crafting lenses through which to see with god-given balls of eye Here look at motion and movements especially their connectivity to each other across multiple spectral realities we envision as being radical as we are defining ourselves and others until there is an excited apprehension that yields to frightening stories of what should and would be inevitable if we resist the consuming visceral noise that lives on as these organic machines constantly reducing down as nature digests each and every one of us feasting upon the carcass we leave behind afraid that consciousness disappears, while something we cannot identify inflicts suffering upon us assuming prone positions succumbing to sober virtue when no vices are available to entertain the reckless myths one may have for themselves feeling triumphant that death has yet to come calling abandons hope to yield results instead substituting love and lovers with appreciation for layers underneath the fissures of self that require redeeming Here as no one else wills it so by default which left us having to do our own dirty works confused when caged and enslaved to these rotating damned ideals rotisserie grilling us with critical cruelty out of love, which they said was true but remains conditional irrespective of truth because it is personal vendetta coercing this gauntlet course through the jerks jerking us around with their proposed authority gathering those who wanted to be led all along finally in showing stated true colors lacking eloquence of milquetoast quisling forcing others to want to hate you not mattering how much they care about you to make any effort or difference to change for the better Here as we have the powers collectively and separately to reinvent social mores time and again guiding the uttered parameters set by strange folkways… more finance equals more access to the latest traps that aren’t perfected yet because we resist mortality emitting energy as currency shifts time and space minds and faces to phase outside and into the archives to collect information vital to discovery of what is already there fiercely loyal to the cosmos and keeping the cosmic tapestry intact as it is then paradox leaps into action if not gaslighting some while moonlighting others who choose their own paths in this life fixated on pursuing stability to survive before happiness even enters pleas affording us opportunities to trade personal sacrifice for success, though what wealth does this formula allow but that which is still held by supervisory authority artificially managing numbers behind the screen intellect at interface stations Here glimpsing brightness before skittering away into routine once again foreshadowed by creature comforts and adapting individual habits around access to savage instruments challenging what resting laurels then populates with that succotash suffering rehashed against better judgments crutches if you can find them abuse then binds them leaning on someone else to support oneself through the damaged goods and services acquired inconvenience baggage undesirable by average taste the critical extensions hasting sudden onset of repulsion, deciding symptoms to dismiss as dismal reminder to painful constancy dissecting details distorted through hearsay tendrils of fictitious supersessions superstitious perceptions of angels descending convinced of their judgments only way of getting toward heaven while uncomfortable humans sort out all the detail from far below this gracious scenario trying to describe the unconscious light shining forth embracing all things in solar suspension attempting to find the heart that beats synchronous to this dissected womb we collapse out from braying animal child as the visceral experience gets cleaned up for another go-around expecting these creatures to mutate into shape from afar…

thanks, khet_:/