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meet the Eater.

attention brought to that anal-retentive cad that has taken up space in the blog next to mine, no solid kinship between us at all, but that was never my goal with the neighbor in this particular neighborhood where children do not just go out to play as though this were the only source for freedom in this world… as modern as we have it today, the happier the better in a motivated but dysfunctional way that industry allows us to feel as by-products in resistance to this mess we have Here, and the wasted left that come quite clear as the route this whole thing is taking into the depths of fear and paranoia creeping slowly in the wake like ivy strong and in strands of clinging growth… the earth will swallow this creepy little experiment we have going on to test the earth and its resources, making ourselves the rulers by which to measure the destructive urges of pleasure let loose in a life meant to treasure, but the treasures were taken for granted long before we stole the value of lots of gold and silver material by proxy it is revealed as this is what men wanted to trade in a world under process of being raped into a gaping tomb instead of creative womb long ago dried to a husk past its wealth… at least in this lax disguise that prefers peace and harmony to provide more to its living creatures released upon the surface constitution of the show, following the guiding alpha principle to ‘just let it go’ if only for the moment where you could perhaps conceive of a different degree of passionate heating in the self that takes more than just a written word to understand, but the literal hearse rolls in by the time any knowledge might be fully realized from the breach as stolen morsels in dreams’ light lit as exposed bit by bit… integral disintegration of the literal meaning left in the path of the trickster’s fake mouth giving way to the weight of the processed food thee eats, tainted by the dark and hungry growth from dead things that aggro-frag has increased production to induce into the populace of wasted youth always on their quest for real truth somewhere deep, but always led astray in those banal shoes they choose to aid themselves in walking the path which now turns into a million dollar industry as opposed to quality work done by the people who know what they are doing… a veritable Babylonian fall to earth for the billions of skill sets out there, but hardly a job or role that fits quite as well as the freedom to do what one wants to do as though an exegesis to this materialist world we have left be taken for granted by too many generations that there was ever any future to see at the end of this road paved with gold, the black blood of the earth used run our engines of destruction for experimental purposes of the dim and retarded who have their pick of enemies in this distracted land of weakness and bravery that tries to pretend as though saints might walk among the saved for a change in the miserable life we all participate and allow to happen… a disfigured fit to strain the relationship between what is and what isn’t, a dagger sharp pain of disease piercing that stitched and wounded side that faces frailty in direction, but where does the sidewalk truly end when even dead ends peter out to left/ right outlets themselves sometimes?… having a slight dissatisfaction at my attempts to jerk the alternate me out of his dramatic haze for which he thinks he sees a truth in what sloppy reasons for reality we have been fed, but lately i am fed up the lazy indolent attitude that gets recalled again and again by this lamentable fool you see before you absorbing the insulted lifestyle of the common denizens Here as though their opinions are the right ways to go, you must see that not everything is as it seems Here in the land of the free and home of the brave because by now this is foulest untruth there is to be revealed yet… led in distracted direction because no one wants to take the responsibility of action any more, and trying to slip out of a ticket or whatever you can get away with, go with it…

Thanks, khet.