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today, the Eighth.

though what kind of day is this starry-eyed strangeness fashioned after a subtle acceptance of manipulation perpetuating chants and preaching of as zealous a nature as possible to all those that will listen actively to these unfamiliar words, and even when being is the experience of understanding and interpreting as translator through the sea of information and knowledge stranded upon the territories where physical laws become less applicable as the gravity would either pressure or allow free-float for the any of the miniaturized multitude that it would take to fight the ants to death, as creative as humans are we are not so utterly and absolutely cool that we can figure out how to shrink things and then further defy the laws of nature so as to be make a most powerful opponent to the ants… some would consider us disgraceful at best as the new age wears on with the frightened having nothing left to grab onto when it can appear as though everything else is a false truth in hindsight as 20/20 with the sublime intuition abstracted and retracted into a varying degree of symptoms caused by living with the flaws of the system as it stands, and it is these octagon limbs that need to be broken or severed from the main politicking body of atrophy and emptiness declared as leader from the first whiff of corrupted behavior moving like demonic energies and identities spread throughout the collection of humans that are allowed to live unharmed by the forces lurking in the crevices we cannot see so easily, leaders do not lead us to safety as previously conceived of to be true in the past perhaps instead getting a human being wily enough to achieve the top of this human heap to only act as diplomatic figureheads for billions even seems ridiculously impossible in this multi-faceted day and age around us all… changing with lightning speed as the digital calculates in through the advancement of technology, or the magic of science as some might say one day soon, this is what is propelling the edge of known reality forward through the complex vertical planes of thought and intuition intermingled on this holographic plateau of dreams made possible through this everliving evolution of truth manifested through the oblivious will of a long dead god echoing through ages as they ripple past us like a nuclear bomb ringing in bellsong backwards where the deadly ding comes last of all details… but today is what it is as balanced as it can be, and everything is everything somehow peaceably interrelated with everything else that has survived to the next day, though where do we ever begin this precarious sexual purge as the motor entity gives way to the artifact of wired helpless addictive behavior as the surge electric changes the attitude for lust in general… the strength given by overwhelming automatic response instead of humane self-control is just as necessary to the quotient as every other articulated human trait possessed by this animal flesh we see in the mirror when we need a naked reminder to show us where we are at in the crisis of aging horror, the paralysis that exists from the mind down into the reluctant state of catatonia as the official status quo has been snuffed from the books along with the debt accrued by all the strangers paying through the teeth to buy back their souls while being able to live a life aside that fact, but in the same way that system also succeeds in making robots that breakdown appropriately enough to make it somehow worthwhile again under the conditions that benefit the wrong party overall… the money that buys the lawyers can also afford to bend the law to their will in a show of personal power that breaks all laws where the people will just naturally react in revolt whether higher powers-that-be like that or not does not show where their true sources are embedded as the world falls into place around them in a winner-take-all scheme to dominating death of the world when humanity is concerned, when no one seems to care it portrays the dark picture haunting in its aspect of truth revealing nothing you do not have to see if you do not want to see as the madness can quietly pull one under the waves in retreat from the everyday life abundant… who wants to die with nothing to show for it?… this is a powerful taunting phrase used against a populace that needs to take more control than they ever have allowed in order to be polite, but to some there is a false respect in their use of these terms that would seem a universal and common courtesy if honest in approach, even as those characters that wait for the right moments tear away from the scenery their personal stake that they had felt a necessary addition to their rotting feces as flushed out and away from the rest of this trash… the recycling of energy knows no restriction on motion between this or that…

Thanks, khet.