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the unholy aspects of intrinsic Opportunism

the muse is a rough trade as horses only act as metaphor to the literal forms that surround us in variables of purpose actively exchanging between commitments of energy and the transfer of action into artifact through the motion and collaboration of physical mental and emotional selves caging some of us in like cells imprisoned by our own DNA because it knows what’s best for us with its starting initiation of planning and the fabricating a structure from an almost literal nothing before it, but the intent which becomes focused by the conscript of a ceremony like this as the rituals were vaguely Here before the characters of us were left enacting a certainty through the kind of social dominance roles that we find ourselves inevitably placed whether by our own asserts of perspective gained by experience, or pushed by the forces of outside jurisdiction craving to carve the meat and matter of reality with a dull confusion that never truly abides from the ebb and flowing tides of a future series of parameters either blocking or collaborating to similar points of view even if they only share those slightest pieces of understanding whatever the same page would be by then… a craven madness of the desperate is out there and it is a quicksand desert some might think eroding us slowly almost trivially without any real prejudice at all as the variables may start as purely ideal wisps of quantified data unable to express itself as well as a conscious human figure can and usually does, cowards and clones the expected results of the mass experimentation at work through nature’s nano-tech digestion of “timESPace” as labeling frenzy of righteous as often downplayed proportions abound within the metadata of symbols and their layers of meaning turning related things to shit while exalting the mercies of emptiness even further than merely conceptually in this cosmos in particular, and it bewilders everyone who arrives Here without exception though in most ways having earned or learned a difficult fierceness that burns like the fired spark that ever becomes housed inside of flesh at all once the extrasensory perception acquire their interminable place among the rest of this debris as it clutters and coagulates welding us inside the shell as a ghost machine memory perhaps… the content is discontent upon reaching a point of self-awareness for the soul as it jerks in and out between the states of enlightenment and “endarkenment” not always meant demarcated for human consumption as it breaks with these current traditions of civility up to thus far in the temporal conundrum allowing for portals to transfer energy and consciousness as befits those parameters of new found conclusion into hypocrisy which can quickly become crises unable to truly be conveyed by any other means, the universe conversing with itself though not as solipsistic that it seems at once first appearing to be some kind of collateral whether by-product or damage makes no difference Here when the what with some kind of wonderful expectation that gets demolished becomes disrespect and affliction as the attack comes not from the pain but the nostalgia that cracks the dimensions of dementia open to possibilities that were never before conceived amusing some over others more certainly as the slapstick bitter insulting how science at its least humane takes human guinea pigs to breach the savage novelty as cracks in the walled forts linked by common enemies to form fortress mentalities so vitally opposed to delirium harvested by oft-invested directions of attention driveling and sniveling by-products of cantankerous opposition sold out those betrayed innocents as ignorance sits installed as master baiting-and-switch-hitting whose giant toilet mind flushes off sludge that budges only when tearing away scars the mind substitutes for stars in the eyes gigantic size bytes pattern-emitting optional tragedy of the absurd artifacts given nature, and it’s diet of many things that both conscript and describe the catastrophe as it becomes a solid form to witness the changes as they register into standardized testing with a recycling of facts edited by the ultimatum by the soldiers of that mythic diatribe that corrects us straight into the societal herds that constitute nuclear families far more toxic than happily empowered by the factions of fascist hands shaking the meat and greet scale to find some legendary foothold on the notes and notation while the music travels farther than expected as time moves with it as feeling frees it like leaves from the heads of trees whether genetically-modified or not does not nullify its meaning place…

Thanks, khet.