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tender Facade.

Here we are, at an impasse, and the art of removing this obstacle comes in slow and gradual movements… glacial, even… all these similar aspects of differing names and numbers, being this distorted moderator through choice of fascination, and somehow locked inside this fascist substrata of cruel incarnation… the universe delivers more variables the further one moves out from any particular center, but beware of extremes, as their eddies will only serve to pull one in from their own gravity that impels them forward as well… this only if the metaphor holds true that life flows like the river, where the undertows of other people have the potential to pull you toward them as if like gravity it seems natural, and can even create a warp that allows vital energies to feel as though they are being suckled at or somehow transferred between the person and their “friends”… an ironic or sarcastic tone will denote that some people are friends in truth, and will stick by their other true friends, while there are also those who have friends and only live for themselves… just different kinds of people Here that’s all, and some have an easier time dealing with this mess than the rest of us, to me the logistics of this shady situation are truly undefined and out of whack… maybe a bitter lesson to learn, but there are few other people trustworthy enough to tell everything to and confide in, these people are elusive beasts indeed with their valuable wealth of positive energy… we greedy daylight vampires kneading the dynamism out of these ones, fearing the hollowed out form of whatever it is that this vessel could do if given the wrong state of mind in which to take things into a dangerous direction of action, but are we even really aware of the consequences of the active lust or desire to make this reality “pure”?… not a single one on the inside of this proposed desire is there, the continuous drive there is no end, or is it only while we are Here in this meddlesome skin?… a gracious host i am not because i despise the bugs that subvert my wishes, those whose names are never mentioned because there are no monikers for their vague identities though that is not to say such forces are imaginary, and that is certainly not to say that i am the sole recognizing agent of these ideas… all previous minds and heads out there have experienced a similar awakening at some point, and for the few that are not active, we are acting as repositories of necessary skills and talents and intuition in our pursuits and experiences… at the same time acting as waves and particles in equal measure to distinctify the freak transition that we are constantly in the middle of transmitting, from within as much as without, and overlooked by anyone lacking the real time to witness what is in actuality going on… too many refusing to really see the strange truths that are our birthrights, and literal rites of passage into another new phase of the unique and utterly misunderstood for petty wont of insight, however that isn’t entirely your fault either… a righteous springboard for the unequaled lazy graces of past attempts to quell to unquenchable drifting thinking thing that we are as a whole, and the children reach this plateau of unimagined sudden awareness granted the first real insight, in just seconds for some while others take years to develop themselves… then the rest of life can be quite business as usual once you find a rut that gives you the right amount of room to breath, which few of us not part of the ‘Merican vacuum ever feel, but the breeding is what shifts the course of the faith in humanity… either we sink or swim, or someone who isn’t me does this and i witness the example placing it into the memory, somewhere incalculable never known… discounting all faith and doubt in equal strokes of pen…

Thanks, khet.