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fiction or fantasy?

art or reality?…is there truly a border within these illusory realms of ideas?…I think not, but many others would tend to disagree…to further define something down to a death’s head edge is greatly inconceivable to me, but it has to be there to reverse my ideas of what is possible in the grander scheme of things as we know them…people enjoy laws as they stem from the human hive mind residing inside us all…no one person is the central source for these umbrellas of unfounded order, and many of their sources border on fascist ideals that became more well-defined as fascism came to control the solid world around us all…the prison is the mind and our thoughts that come from static friction…no need to believe my words for it is there staring you right in the eyes… with innocent eyes… a satanic friction… the dichotomy is all as one, one and the same, but the stories will always differ from the values laid upon them… that is the nature of this denatured rebellion that culls forth from some unseen force… the cries are visceral enough to demonstrate their potency through childhood ambitions, but the adult of the species grows weaker in their narrowed mind… there is no gap Here, in the psychosis of reality, but the grown-ups say it is so by way of concrete reason… scandalous, I describe the diatribe that we all scare ourselves with, the grown and less-than-grown… I fear that those I intend to read such piddle never will, but this will reach someone beyond my mere physical grasp, to touch is to pervert…

Thanks, khet.