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soul of a demon, heart of a human…

the distortion tries to resonate and dissipate and detonate the psyches’ explosive and at times volatile into bloody circulations of a dyscontent that protrudes dysfunction first sealing the fates of all those in odds at a glance on this pseudo-idolatry of idealized machismo as mighty and pendulous swinging away at the bullshit like machete teeth to consume through this junglist maze in brutal attitudes of conquer and ruin as applied to these things that humanity holds so dear and true to the loving heart fearful of condemning judgment to reign down upon us from some dark heaven swaying on higher than the sun or a holy ghost ghastly to behold up-close, the eerie balefires burn out our eyes with icy razors of pain a surging nervousness trigger to the switching moods facing a different persona than once stood there before a simple path questioning that destination of a destiny whose density an empty volume to be filled by an information revolution spinning dervish-like through digital streets and narrowed avenues nude to the third eye of the mind as a naked show displayed openly to keep opinion from intruding on activities that it seems many of us take for granted easily, and possessed with the inappropriate in experiment and command of Mystery unique to each of us given that we ever understand this as the element in those great journeys that everyone has the freedom to participate within as it is the freedom of choice that is what creates the true and final who we are to become once the time has passed like sculptors carving at stone with grains of sand shacked up inside of the hourglass awaiting the ferry from one life to others along the way toward that finishing touch of gods made real by human zeal… the superstitious devils we are moving through the shadows of mental and emotional continuity as ghosts canned alive in the machine of an organic origin foolish for the mind control working on our confused memories forgotten and mysterious as programmed autonomous reflex pushing our buttons to blank the human computer enlightened by this new technology plague waving hello to the obsolete creatures backside goodbyes smiling ignorant to the fact that they have been replaced, the preconceived empirical absolutes of this humanity as it has become Here gloomy and doomed by certainty uncertain taking over worried faces in the blatant play at taking over the tragic paradigm urging for rulership to demand this vessel corporate overturned by its citizens united whose true agenda seems vague at best sometimes, but that is when we are required to recreate the societal system from the root back up to restore whatever humanity that has become a blank generator to conceive and reproduce only the painful and negative traits with a detached presence said to make people uncomfortable when confronted by these robotic ritual minions made our authorities by a collected discomforting ignorance without us…

Thanks, khet.