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Desperately Seeking Easter

the mission was meant to be simple looking for glory that as the conquering motion wanted a god without fear, but allowed themselves to be harnessed and bred like cattle without honor or glory and wasted when the stock becomes too little too late when the imbecilic elements as avatars of the people forget what powers they actually have as the patience drains away from the face, the pride and joy worn to embers by the cleverly acidic patter distancing the achievement from the life story… confinement of the inner demons in sequence as tiny conquered kingdoms in the bits and bytes of memes defeated within one’s own mind equivalent of cheating the system revealing ourselves to be prone within the social network currently working in favor of something vague and uncalled for by its own populace, but can we be aware of anything more that the statistic or buy product of the proper conduct?… if we do not squander our talents then perhaps we can come to a greater conclusion even more inclusive of the individualized bizarre customs having no other significance among other customers always right with their general tag on common sense set to that which is neither a commonly agreed upon state of things nor a means to exalt fascism into a righteous locale in the midst of these social creatures around us, and we are never alone even though inside our heads we are thinking that it can only be possible to find true love with either one’s self or by default in mutual blindness with another groping along the walls to find emotions unheard of before Now never acknowledging compassion or courtesy behind the eyes… the toxic smell of belief gone horribly wrong even though we might seem quite used to the wafting haze in a dreamy revelry sort of work and activity, the digital selves yelling out ‘yee-haw!’ as the genetic sequence spins them out of time in a spent uranium doctor Strangelove kind of ride into the next bold age to sunder and scorch the inescapable lie those traits of fate in some holographic fractal symbol for life to which we may ascribe as features of the ‘demi-urge’, but as if thought to take the shape of the fiat currency we are Now finding so fake and weighted with instant debt leased around between human pets testing the boundaries of a given reality taken for granted so profusely… this demi-urge as a dead god of artifice trying to force humanity to enact its death throes wailing to the grave with harsh shadow hands moving and enchanting a popular mass to not see the truth of the functional reality of this epic scale system of give and take, only the warrior survival version of the game current and up to date as the system is constantly rebooting itself perhaps trying to sort out the perfect replica through all this material variation genetically encoded into the organic machine housed in a nervous system transmitting and transistor for any a living human engine out there shaping diversity as human beings of divined energy manifested choice and free will, but intersecting destinies as made real by history and the subconscious art of interpretation and reiteration of which we all do to some varied extent when we are meant to be so much more than merely this thing trapped in ignorance… a human being begins to understand in place of their gods as to what might mean to live and interact upon the same plane of existential reality where nature represents the physicality of as what exists beyond us yet we are parallel enough in this vibratory dimension to touch and interact as thinking aspects of matter defined by a greater idea or concept of the Self as divine essence, the source becomes like an open book with each page illuminated by both the text and the page itself as records of a primordial soul whose volume is expressed through the human formatting stage sewing the raw information like honey together to form metaphysical combs oozing with the vital knowledge feeding other drones to nourishment as this form dissolves into the flow of organic data yet again perceived as a greater Self, and one that survives through the collected cell and human tissue born in all degrees of variable environment and parental prerogative to realize what it is that one particular life can involve while part of the quest remains reconciling the difference in polarity between the Self as human being/ animal and the Self as repository of emotions as well as knowledge through experience… the trials and tribulation vary by minutia and tedious triviality to everyone outside of the scope of any one else’s individual perception as we all experience these same obstacle courses throughout the rites of passage as individuated among the massive of the people, with some taking this harsh reality for granted on purpose as though better, and those whose only purpose remains to experience and report upon reality as always reflected before us…

Thanks, khet.