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welcome to these Dark ages.

the unenlightened are everywhere Here, standing in the dark dank corners of the mind and body recessed by their shadowy lurking and voyeuristic tendencies to curse the strongest of us to stand up for the weak who cannot act for themselves, but these forces all around us are theoretically the same as they were before we arrived to hybridize ourselves with the native cultures on this world… we suffer in order for the control to be found by the charitable wealth always circulating about, some of us try to find an inertia to trace the positivity back to ourselves, but sometimes can’t quite keep up with the rest of a small focused group lucky and possibly determined enough to seek enlightenment beyond the constraints of this real illusion being used against us… the abusive propaganda is so fierce and presses into us like the invisible weight of gravity bearing down into us to crack our true self out of the shell as with an egg, except the vital yolk within is yellowed with pure energy from the cosmos granted to all living beings in a valid reflection of the spiritual resonance present in this tumultuous wilderness of disease and chaotic leanings, and the forces trying to push culture in narrowed dimensions wishing only to steal this vital essence to replace it with obedience from the mechanical animals left in the wake of this progression… we are idiots for not seeing the threat right before our very eyes and ears as we try to placate ourselves with worry and concern because everything is so confusing all the time, but we are beings imbued with a quaint potential adaptability meant to make order out of the chaos we receive Here as creatures first and humans last, the strangely tormented bliss in trying to keep a straight line in-between all the dualistic qualities manifested in this bizarre and brutal jungle setting… the drugs would only give for momentary respite, even as the strange were to get stranger still as then we would die abruptly as we had come into this world as the spores and pores that drip with sweat open up to fill the feel regret, and deranges the simple hovel inside of which we think we control this game and predict its changes for the benefit of ourselves above all else… even confusion is a play on the words we allow ourselves to use, utilizing multiple languages at once as condensed into the modern slang phrases of English as much as Egypt maybe, and this universal preference for dialect can be exchanged for another accent or perspective on the way things were meant to be perhaps… the stack of odds appear against us, but this is an illusion for we are not the grain of the wood that this forest is made from, we are the inhabitants habitually forcing a subversive attitude forward to perceptibly go against the grain… so you see, the odds are naturally stacked with the subversive eventuality in our favor whether we happen to choose this system or not is an option, but not the simple detrimental answer that will utterly save your filthy soul if you just believe it will occur… sometimes belief allows for the possibility of anything to manifest in this reality, but there must be a total acknowledgement in the variability of how matter and mind come together through diversity in the incarnation of history, otherwise we are doomed to slip back into a darker age for a time that will not so easily subside to make room for the next advance into the future… people need to learn that the interactions between each other are extremely vital for establishing stability behind the deep connections people are always searching for, surging forward into newer realized innovations into interactivity in promoting change and acceptance for a secure future among the majority being treated as ignorant slaves to the system… paid an ineffectual wage which is a fraction of what would really sustain real lives…

Thanks, khet.