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this Diseased machine.

it crawls and works its way out of a cocooned chrysalis of bliss state that occurs when following the sleepy wand waving the washed out real of society over the minds of the wanderers still wallowing mentality while walking in footsteps left shallow, the more festive mannerisms are in for a comeback with rippling repercussion from those once horrible things our energies have all participated within as reflected back historically in this timeline, my friends… not a medieval throwback to extreme violence, but more-or-less a non-violent emotion that captivates with awe and respect instead of shock and fear, those tools are tactics for a less-developed hive-minded strategy system rather than that gentle intellect that may come across as too pointed or vague because it recognizes the demand for the understanding of experience as it occurs when it occurs… a wisdom only occurring to the social mind in awareness of fashions this chaos/ order epic verisimilitude has to offer us as even the luxury of that wagered illusion begins to fade away, endangered by the fetish of presupposed rot and decay as manifests in many ways that defy even this description as the words are ever ill-disputed to be truth as much as shallow lie as easily one way or the other applies, and still a magnetism is achievable by these opposing taijitu inversions recoil as still one must see with one’s own Eye to glimpse the mobius strip moving with animal instinct against a civilized intuition… the truly revolting things are the unseen in any practice against perhaps a general public’s wishes, but occurs somewhere nonetheless in this world patched and assisted with as befits the wounded soldier in the psychic warfare of memes and propaganda, the “genius” schemes fall away to show the great Os true face glowering with the part-time movement to control fate where the playground is Here, my fellow children of in the wake… we are one united because the shadows are moving from the past of shining deeds whose darker aspects were locked away from the fundamental herd for the sole purpose of misinforming those whosoever would choose a unity of the people as an option to this hell rhetorical, a spoken word inferno where every piece has meaning and yet nothingness all at once in the same breath one at a time building up through this life formed of egg and sperm as the breakdown or zero point perhaps for the organic life led to this day, and Here we meet again through the cacophony of the rational/ irrational arguments going on and off like switches between electric friends in empty rooms to lead the energies that flow like water back to the present tangential shapes that take place without the need for deed or reckless act…. only a certain amount given up for understanding the timing as it haunts the crevices of the reading brain in action as it analyzes what the filter allows to enter this mind, a distinct un-motion perhaps made even though i may seriously doubt that idea as absurd speculation on my part, and this is because the mind is organic portal grown with many cells inhabiting its construct as each projects at once the holographic vision which resembles the solid human in the modern timeline that may seem to inhabit more than one place over more numeric historical data entry… perhaps a vicious cycle of doubt and agony perpendicular to one of bliss and glory created by the activity of the indigenous and rebellious human being as the circadian rhythm of destiny has us all put upon spindles with which to craft our fates one at a time though all at once as well, we time our methods of destruction well and to very swinging hands that twitch and tick along the routes laid by the clock face rounded out to replace as the personal calendar scratching off the days as they pass away, and this is perhaps where our stories always begin with the stasis presenting potential intensity to the evolution of humanity as it too passes to the next stage for growth like the plant trying to find its own right way through such bitter soil that pressures the brightest and sharpest diamonds into forming far below mere surface knowledge… this, too, disappears over the experience of time assails us in every form as the withering general law abides by none, and it is the “none” which shall pass through the dark age of Man unharmed… those who have formed their own options, and taken them down to the merry realm in which one becomes possessed by this meddlesome skin that requires a blood-and-bone sacrifice to gods unknown locked inside the nameless cells of the body…

Thanks, khet.