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corporate Density.

we are the extension of the forces that be as externalized in this makeshift realm of grey areas made to be mocked by a love of all things cynical and ironic in the human mind, but the joke’s on us as we might think ourselves as capable of living as a being immortally, this is a myth however as most of humanity could only ascend to godhood in a concerted effort that would require a mass frenzy in enlightenment of some kind… we do this step by miserable step through the dung and bog of eternal stench once the tissue rots from the old carcass six feet below the earthen mound of dirt mashed down on top, slowly melting and freezing inside the silken inlay called for in funeral ritual as peddled by macabre innkeepers that franchised art of death in industry with astuteness, and are not the first in the age of industrial evolution and social inundation by the machine’s will to power through the human means on this planet… maybe steps in the evolution of the corporate hive mind as it is working in tandem with the outrageous inclinations of those evil bastards behind the rhythm that tries to grind down revolution to its basest spark of motivation, pushing us to take some legal amphetamines to become stable and proactive citizens that fit into a plastic-molded culture using classical (read: antiquated) ideals crossed with a tendency to become a horrible mess whenever the ease of disease seems to fit the situation as is incidentally misplaced by the conjunctive eye staring out the face that desires relief, or is that merely my way of saying that dropped eyes need not the redness of another sacred second presented in the herb as medicine prohibited by laws of mere Man in the righteous stance as though like an authority deciding the will of the inescapable Here whether humanity requires their versions of a truth or not is of no matter because their example of right thinking stands as the dominant trait… i do apologize sometimes this fucked-up prohibition has me waxing abstract poetical on the symbols dealing with a great respect for the weed, please forgive for that short outburst of irrational confusion, but it gets me down to no end that we still are not truly a freed people as yet… that we still enforce stupid rules without valid or coherent explanations to our woes even as a new age dawns there still remains a very ancient mindset locked on channels too fierce to describe as you really must experience the cold and chill as denizens of the lower class do whose true power still as yet is reigned in like a slave to the fascist capitalist system that complies with no people’s demands, but instead respects nothing exceptional but a stabilizing command of the real as it is now made of quicksand peaking for temporary spans only in this survival-of-the-fittest bullshit in a patriarchal remnant of prehistory that prides the negative and the masculine drives to conquer and succeed at others’ expense, we have retained this way for too long to work in our favor any more as the odds have become too stacked to one side’s interests for the growth and expansion of social structure has been lopsided with the very thin veil of gloss to cover over the dark side of an equation too bold to explain to everyone… because there are people out there opposing the truth who have used the system to get the ill-gotten gained through sucking the energy and life’s blood from out of other people via the proxy symbolism of money and the meaning of capital gained through finance, pulling the jargon close to discourage the average layperson from bothering with anything law-oriented in an education not gleaned from such raw and sudden experience as jury duty or being served court papers to appear at such-and-such time at the local court house, but to learn the sinister manner speaking from the belly of the beast forces one’s perspective to envelope the alien cruelty with exception to these common traits and expressions with a humanity’s acceptance for a baser and more primal nature in one sense that involves the cruelty as well as the compassion of an era perhaps of finer discerning measures than our own modern access to understanding… to know the creature we are is still a bit behind…

Thanks, khet.