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supposed to be Saint Patrick’s day, but it wasn’t revelry as much as sleeping beast while the rest of the whole whirled and moved to the dance of cosmic singing and rapture in musical trance, sometimes the dreams or peace mean more to me than those awkward phases of party and damnation that comes with such rumors of frenzy to be had… call me a lame duck if you would, but i am quite selective i suppose about where and when and how i get to revelation in this impure world of locomotive motion unabated as though there were no room for the quiet or silent moments until one has kicked off the edge of the conscious physical state and status quo brain which tells us what to do even when we don’t want to see or hear it, that dastardly ego phasing in and out of reality as it works through us in quantified dark matter realms that the senses seem to work best inside with no regard to sanity or sanctity of life and mind… there were plans made over the digital terrain communication between brains that direct the sources forwarded through Email blues the functional machine on the meta-level data stream where belief is strong in that we have divided and conquered the human life from the inside out, the social network stringing the flicker screen strung out along their well-lit faceless dreams as the system tries its best to swallow those up that aren’t worthy of the time or place as further lessons in the reality of honesty in the form of humans as world ego inasmuch as the world could be wholly consciousness in and of itself where the hot lava thoughts spill out as torn out strands of wet hair, and bloody as the living follicles are ripped out of place in lemming-like fashion while still in the middle of a body that responds and reacts to the hollow ways of humanities current fading visage as history repeals those forgotten lines and doubles their impact to prepare the worn-down nubs flooding people with all the fear they can take… faking the asshole stereotype will get you fingered as the perpetraitor (perpetual traitor) of society’s motivational speeches of feces trying to push more fiat currency into your hands as much as mine to bribe us all into degrading the flow of civilization where the old school nazi fascism might have fallen flat of a few of the right keys for world control, but this is merely one drifted and spaced-out pining for that something sane beyond the dregs of this faux straight-laced ritual of muted action in order to appease the new gods of wealth through the burning of human fluids and a body that works twice as hard as any machine, and with research into programming it minus a messy conscience has been worked on for hundreds of years pretty much soaking into the popular mystique of culture as many of the myths reinterpreted by the profits that resemble the signs for followers baptized in the rivers of money that have sprung out of the pools of blood and sweat and tears spent to be funneled into the cold hard cash as it appears like fate in the bleak and harsh landscapes taken for granted in difference of opinion and glad-handing the truth, to be groped like a sleeping beauty in a room sedated to be a person invoked as interpretive oracle to the wizened pervert’s whirled and suffering cesspool which calculated risks have endeavored to fixate and dismiss into the screaming of rage in the background where the money is used as tragic filter by which the state draws its lines in the sand for the stupid to cross… but who wants to be crucified if it means spending more time and money away from work, the life’s effort drawn and quartered into valuable sections of property and land that quickly change hands after debt as the reptilian senses find a link to the primal shame that leads to the chained and subdued life in a cage as we are tricked into begging the system for the guidance and to paid to play it the right ways like a game that is something like leaving more debt for the later enslaved generations in pain, and paying off their student loans in rutted regret Here in a distant nightmare resembling a real world that might in all capitalist seeming to define and break the seal letting loose those elemental forces that hide from the naked eye as Mankind’s natural idea of progress lies by betraying countries and acts of compassion and respect that try to defend the lives of millions upon millions as the toxic sludge still would just rise and rise to harden into the sky… Man defying the natural why…

Thanks, khet.