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terror remains to soil an opinion of the self whether horror felt at oneself for disreputable actions taken on liberally and casually when in the warm embrace of conformity that shifts this timESPace paradigm of creatures some unfathomable phantom tumbler keyed to rocks and locks twisting as the time signature into definition of linear frames stuttering one after the other as this material analog way before digital interface had allowed us to even communicate between ourselves and the outer realms of this a consciousness greater than merely human dramatics pushing boundaries we are committed to without really much in the way of getting a clue as to what rules be followed, as we are all journeying separately within each Other in this vast see of awareness compelling change to relieve us of our burden of disgrace implied by religious domination through the various factions and denominations spreading throughout a creation maintained by the hands of Man making the solitary rounds against corruptive instincts as much as the insane purges of peoples who have never done anything to deserve this much pain no matter how any idiot justifies their search for oblivion as a quest to discriminate against every person who lives Here minus of any mercy that would function as compassionate plea for safety and rehabilitation, but are these only the instincts we were raised to confuse with our social roles and attempts to reason out being human animals in this stage of a civilization’s progression pressured into castes of exchange and managed by those willing to take on the real disgraceful jobs abusing the power given to serve as another fellow in this foreign legion acting as the unified front of decay and cutting the experience of any humanity from actual perceptions as reality or idea of a co-existence?… we are lesion in the minds of a reinforced conformity with a bigger contingent of the populace moving in a uniform fashion than we may think similar to villi squeezing and pushing us through as though autonomous mob mentality digesting the future while from the present time periods in motion are sorting pieces within this cosmic transit system pushing along, a finger of doom pressing those buttons both of the chemical brain and the nervous character polarized by this awkward attack to understand this physical presence taking on new details as they appear and are relevant to the rest of the current message always muttered under breaths in words untethered to any source of the material, and the mind transmits alternate patterns to create dimensions from this beast as resides in the flows and eddies of potential energy transforming what we are and what it is to be a creature embedded into the system from the start both forward charged and kinetic through this flesh ocean as the conscious circuit rides within us connecting the actual surges to an ample imagination sometimes because of the parts we have forgotten but never disappear form the state of things found Here…

Thanks, khet.