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this death

trailing behind us as an attitude of fear angling down light enlightening us of our own mortality in whose quality of depth is irredeemable as coupon you cannot just give away without service doing your time Here with all the other fuckheads who question the cruelty with cruelty used breaking the skin we thought a far tougher organ with which to feel defended inside of this living castle that can be soon intruded upon as a human incursion reversing these tables of fortune laid out like gory smorgasbord in the flesh sustained suspended by so little as it could appear at first, however these are but whims of fancy in fantasy and of dandy dreams floating on into a series of worlds without question as the other realities for our spiritual selves to experience without carnal obsessions distracting and limiting the real contact we have with others we might admire while the strangest of friction comes between us creating these moments of human drama and tension, and humanity summoned to ride out a storm we have no awareness of except then to relate these experiences together through metaphor as our stories and anecdotes telling us the history we want to believe that pulls us further than we had ever previously had dimensions for in awareness as a map that somehow coagulates into this frame of mind and body into things separate yet squeezed against all sides by each other like bugs inside of a huge hive mind that searches and reflects upon all the open aspects of its’ own existence as the people and animals herded throughout the planet… our minds suffer from an enchanted imprinting of stories which fascinate and it hypnotizes us enough to find ourselves in a game of chances though no real winners if we really try to play as others who then narrow their profitable perspectives to become losers in the classical fashion manufactured by the current state of the general law insisting the cosmos compressed as much impressed with the urge to force brief conformity Here and there, and no matter how productive there are always going to be gaps in the labor linking one idea to another where missed pieces of information lead to miscommunication projected by the emotions and presence found Here among the advanced primate hybrids we have been serving in secrets forgotten in the paths we tread so easily as another story lost among the shady triumphs of a Mankind who leads us through a shadow of the unknown waging a personal glory hole through the static fabric of this continuum, when i reach that plateau and i will just as you all will or have where nothing considered alive survives beyond that veil which hides the plethora of odd realities we cannot explore yet except through our mind’s eye whose roads are only slightly as our own dirt and gravel walkways though many times outside of the range of these physical senses applied like other sensory devices in trying to find accurately a unique journey that we have truly chosen to take…

Thanks, khet.