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in the Abstract Distracted.

piecing the components to a great spell together takes time and effort and maybe perhaps a cut-up method filled with bits of the random and expressive, we get ourselves into a connected situation that grants us the ability of conception as learning machines are the only lifeforms built for stupidity when everything else seems to be set at a success or failure rate, but is this solely a corporate seed stuck in our later thoughts of the future as constantly digested contemplating the past in order to have an accurate gauge of senses in the Now before any real meeting with a tragic destination as the reality interprets us again into the cycle of a human machine system wasted… moving in this field with stunted grace because of the basic respect that is not learned when no one knows how to properly teach by impression as yet, a monster from memory that settles the debt from this strange jesus effect moving through the people as they try to desperately rely upon the unreliable in an attempt to save only themselves from this wheel on fire, and yet the fear of mistake is what makes us repeat things that defeat ourselves even as a population like this allows for mistakes to happen naturally because of an idea such as total certainty as so certainly absurd… the false face first through the open window of opportunity for the time being as though there were always a guarantee of substance to be delivered on the other side of that thing crawling through the desert of the real built by the hands long deceased but committed to the labor, a spiritual foundation as represented by the symbolism of the buildings and archived philanthropy in the semi-religious writ of all previous generations who figure they are somehow linked with the greater understanding of everything at large, and it is of no concern whether living or dead are Here to stay as when humanity fades or fails to appreciate that the records have been made to someone’s satisfaction even if it is this heart that lies deep below the breast of this machine randomly assuaging the horrible facts of truth for the simple fact of paying the rent and some groceries in order to survive the rocky relationship one can find themselves in with their daily reality as the system tries to constrict and milk the freedoms from an already dry series of human engines of inspiration… the star is never the star for very long in this new age that reaches back to aristocracy as the gutter opens up soon after the realization that “one” is not fit for the company of others in polite refrain from the elite idea inherent in the err of superiority as an ugly attempt at the warping of personal power in dramatic proportion to no actually unique charisma, finding ourselves to resemble an actual person is not unusual among the callous who have had no other reasonable facsimile to refer to when re-examining their social opportunities that restrict what their biased idea of the human is really capable of believing people like themselves are really worth allowing, but elite merely fashions the appearance of enlightenment instead becoming fascinated with the reverse embedded in substance that relies upon the insistent collusion of opposing waves dissecting the artificial landscape between interests barely reflecting any actual human context because of the exalted state that only seems to redeem the value of personal sacrifice for the decadent betrayal of one’s own race for what may appear the greater good… like the classic examples in both the nazis and the ancient romans who were led as a greater mass to trust truly human leaders believed to be godlike, but in whose power resides solely with their people who are allow to be confused and distracted with destructive urges releasing themselves the fascist soul of paranoia through the systems of interwoven and varying patterns of complexity, a web of gossamer roots and garrote-thin wiring laced for the purposes of relating data to itself in a conscious manner that is deadly to those who lack the quickness or the keys to moving through these personal rites of passage unscathed… time and escape are met with by patience and questions where acceptance cannot be faithfully endorsed by a populace unaware and ignorant to the point of satisfaction when trying to make sense of one’s own environment is of paramount priority once you happen to get Here, but not everyone is trusting of their intuitive senses first especially when not as adept with the degree of awareness needed to counteract the hive mind pressure at work through the spiritually-intimidating general law as it moves through the whole population like thought police from inside that can reveal itself to a person sooner or later, though usually the victim is least expecting when the break out occurs as intense negative energy is released into the immediate vicinity which in turn kills off most of the lesser life within a close-by radius of this dark soul… not everything is as it seems as some get addicted to what seems thrilling…

Thanks, khet.