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the mercy and kindness we search for is always surrounding us like a halo or aura wrapped around a gift for the gifted marked ‘present’ by the officious forces that be, we are left dumbfounded by these “drops” in the bucket as the water torture goes up a few notches until there is rain coming down from the skies as the beauty begins to die dripping tiny rivers from the skin as the Muse makes haste of the tears in your eyes, but we are Here to channel the gifts eternal to recipients of more than glorious wholes dismissing the petty successes required of them in this earth state… debt is the new alive it seems for the past few years, a life matured into debt that lasts a lifetime as we consume and regret the act, and try to forget whatever mismanaged credits have accrued today… used to the mass of the uncollectible owed amassed by the ordinary citizen in the market of human goods, we are left to decide for ourselves whether we want to participate in this thing any more, or if we will allow our gifts to be further abused by the authorities in their overcompensation of this human system’s jerks and stutters… being abused is no way to progress throughout this timeless place held inside of the cosmic cage, a thin glass dome holding this light atmosphere filled with occidentals and orientations of another land, but the milieu will not break even if the glass starts to quake and shake into oblivion even as earthlings below are accosted with heavy shards of sky and air that show themselves sharp and flat with ringing sound… oblivious to the obvious intelligence acquired by the rest of this universe changing shapes, and yet we do not keep the harmony intact as harming anyone does not show any tact with the interpersonal relationship between friends being of primary priority for those in the know, the key to understanding the societal mess we have made as well as the untangling of the many voices that assure us of our destructive wish… to devise of scandalous skunk lodges to lure the public into the private sector of the inside-out livelihood Here, assimilating parts of any puzzle to bend information toward selfish and often times destructive ends, where it might just finish each with me eating a chunk out of your skull instead of this the ‘what-you-see-before-you’ is for you right now, but the disease does not stop there yet my friends… the fun is ever far from over as time plays the game of pretend, assailing us with the particles representing from concepts older than time itself making each player stage their own death to fit into the role they were made for, but realizing of that is just one more beginning to this stranger-than-fiction trick that appears deceptively quicker than the eye can see even as the show goes on… with stranger movements yet in the periphery on the edge of your vision like a hallucinatory menagerie in the shadows, though certainly not truly hidden only misrepresented through the halo sight we allow ourselves to witness and nothing else which makes us sad for other citizens whom we want to be just like us and how, but this is not bliss this is only participation in the whole subjective work as it comes together somehow… some can see over the clouds that obscure the truth for the rest of us, and still many others follow their own variation of the stories they have been fed throughout their lives which will feed into many others still as a river of the ignorant spring eternal that some feel they must follow, whether damned or in the know that there must be something to this sweaty exercise in futility… the formal entropy stays light years ahead of the atrophy that deadens the nervous system and permits the heart to fail Here, an attack where the emotion is what was starving for attention perhaps to be saved from the preemptive and loving care provided, but no you had to go and fuck that whole scenario up didn’t you?… where are you now that you can serve yourself up from the grief of loss?… a distinctive flavor of a smokey nightmare savored as it dirties up the throat, causing coughing and coffins i will wager a legal population killer as long as these ever-new forces at work can keep stuffing the leaves full of toxin, and distill the worst elements into alcohol pronouncing that it is worthy of the human consumption when there are few standards at work improving the country we live in or the daily poisons we take in… we are the trash of a society unkempt where elite and terrible robber-barons are given charity over misbegotten and unknown hordes worldwide who are instead converted to a composite sketch of all the forces at work in one general outline by the capitalist garbage media if your lucky, the same sight gag for opportunity with the idea of banksters grabbing all they can like any other thief with an open source to profit, but the many make the phrases prolific even as the few bring those terms into the realm of public appropriation for the freedom of use… where are we stumbling together with the appropriate magic, apotropaic devices used to ward off the bugs and villains and demons sometimes as a preemptive measure against the general laws that force themselves against the living being, but these thoughts do not circulate alone as there are more every day that take up the fight…

Thanks, khet.