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it is Here that the artificial phallic symbiotes purge their reverse psychology of mass mating, clearly a move to overwhelm the thoughtful populace with a vile breeding pattern that moves the stupid into replace the actual human needs with the passive robotic simulacra to make living more comfortable, but our genetic ministrations have some harsh esoteric consequences because of how far we allow the pain to go… cutting off the view to a horizon where something more always seems to linger just beyond the periphery, sunshine blind from the moment the bright sun begins glaring at our trivial lives from above, but what seems like inescapable circuit is really just a mechanical reinforcement for the material to keep some clarity through any of the various changes that our civilization goes on to call progress… we each search for the signs of clarity in our own lives to reassure us that we are safe in the somehow space between Here and never, the dichotomy stands firmly on a ground of ideological soil that will grow another future entirely different from the one we presently take for granted, or are we merely standing at the precipice to command our own destinies from afar like the ancestors of a better time?… the sinus cavity backing up with fluids from our own repressed state of being, the pollution and denigration that surface dwellers have had to endure while participating in rituals to convince themselves that they are always on the right track for the appropriate train of thought, and Here we are making the most of what little we allow anyone else to have… i am confused by this bizarre disease of humanity daily, and see myself falling into the same habits as the rest of my fellow denizens on this slippery slope that brings with it a need for the awareness of responsibility for actions that can never be undone for any reason, but there are so many chances to repeat the lesson or message that there doesn’t have to seem like the dead end of nightmare scenarios to scare us straight… swiveling like some ocular oracle implanting suggestions in the mind’s eye, blind and ever-loving of the violent peace crashing in as the calming tsunami sending pulses miles onto shore, and the nervous reaction to this intense and vital bliss leaving an excruciating afterburn on the taste-buds as the mouth leaks words to wonder by in these dusky diverse concepts possibly based around some vicious lie… keep talking to that part of ourselves that tries to shield us away from the blissful release on life, talking it out of the harassing order it seems to want clockwork when all bodies in motion work on their own timing Here, but in the least reclined state to better advance through the years intact as the shells wear thin… where do we depart, oh ghoulish friends, from the crypt we call a womb the home… the skeletal modifications to the features only represent me at my barest essentials wherein which we all must succumb in order to consider ourselves of the same ilk, the species that speculates and ponders what the credibility is in acting the fool as the animal hones its will solid and true to be sharper than others that might lure away all of the details that come with the day, but where was this impassioned plea yesterday when i cared more for other things… still this response in my ability to overcome at odds with the idiots merely sucking their thumbs as they shoot up, in earnest the lip service to appease and be pleased by the great whore that frauds us as the wool it pulls defiles our minds, and at the same time shows us nothing truly new to our eyes as we try in vain to describe this solemn procession through to our own dying lives…

Thanks, khet.