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Distant magnet mind.

always so many things going on at once in reality, behind and in the middle of the scenes, and naysayers seem to only come after the fact when it has already happened… the neutral is filled with conflict that brims over the top between the selfless and the selfish, and sometimes we do resort to our worst fears in order to keep everything aligned correctly, how WE say we want it to be anyway… the group can be as much the selfish entity as any individual, reaching a point of service to others becomes the best challenge and hard work innovating and pioneering the whole social order, and a myriad of official-sounding terms and jargon are applied to make the whole feat a hassle not worth the risk… however, we are Here to experience all the current facets of Self that try incarnating through this realm of “solidity”, but there is a difference between the living (active forces) and the dead (sedentary nature)… i am not used to money’s colloquial system, everyday is like making the same mistake twice because of the derivatives made to defeat the people’s money as well as the energy spent on making things “perfect” in objective reality, but this is only the foundation of ideas and words used against us uniting as a people no matter how much we want the same things separately as each one ignorant of the other’s motives and desires… we attract like ideas to our own even from the earliest of beginnings, but they can become lost in the struggle with retaining a sense of Self through twin distractions of guilt and shame presented by the governing system forcing our emotions into a predictable place where ideas are opened to the random and sloppy manipulations of another person’s stupidity and ignorant haste, where the more predictable elements of the human machine that defy proper definition are the negative ones resisting the positive to create a charge that further propels us forward… but we are completely hostile toward another system even though it is easy to turn misdirected rebellion into misanthropic rejection in a culture that assassinates its free thinkers without killing them, either work against everyone else and feel oppressed by their rejection of you or whatever thoughts leak out of your mouth to offend their “polite” sensibilities, or work with everyone else in a pleasant manner and feel impressed by the need to rebel against the insensitive constraint reinforced by this negative fix for repudiation of damnable traits that the human beast of Man gives into in order to appear far the superior and thusly totally invincible to all that look upon them… it is illusory detail that this Man craves in urging to manifest his destructive will as the smiting god of lore and the proprietary propaganda of mythic proportion, he sees only his idea of what the world means and all other humane tastes are burned out by this extremism that further pushes the Man down the drain and into the sewers, and so to subdue the energy of the masses this is where he wishes to place all the rest of us to maintain his powers-that-be instead of the needed uprising that would overturn his selfish twist of the world soul… to preserve disorder in the most orderly fashion so that it cannot make sense to even the most reasonable and logical of people who are always attempting to reassert balance over malignant chaos that benefits only the monsters among us, the demons who have committed themselves to wasting the abilities of the rest of us committed to creating a positive change in this blissful oblivion made real by nightmare seeds planted early on in this game untamed yet, but the rules are merely patterns to learn to get further ahead of all the trials and tribulations that exhaust and confuse the innocence of youth with the guilty mood of ignorance taking place in bitter swings of the fist… to be attractive to others is the procreative urge at work inside of us dying to remake itself through this elemental and dynamic purge of information gatherers thrust into the plane of dervish whirls and spinning magical gambits played to shift the words to mean this and this and this, when all i ever really needed was a hug to dismiss the volatile baggage that sits in my head waiting with a vibration that resonates on the frequency you can hear only in dreams, but even this breakdown of ideas grates on the nerves as it doesn’t pertain to anything relevant in this one-sided conversation where i emcee to the worst of my ability for you, my fan…

Thanks, khet.