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aping the Foolish sway.

Biafra screaming out that ‘jesus was a terrorist’, but i ask of what kind… especially in this spaced age of rampant and seemingly random accusations from all manner of perpetrator getting off to these stupid mind games, the main problem with mind games is that they are all played by idiots, but that doesn’t stop them from ignoring rules or fairness in any of its aspects… everybody is relatively happy on payday, until the mistakes start becoming the overwhelming theme, but how can we be so short sighted when the tendency is to manipulate each other?… thinking ten steps ahead seems to be the mission, but few people are taught with the skills to plan things appropriately… the mutilated remains of unique appeal, catapulting a way out of his swill, born with a bad karma bent over by god… everyone says that they are willing to sacrifice, but more often than not just paying lip service to avoid any real response… we are the receptacles for delight and hatred, the questions for reasons, and co-mingling with other beings in other directions… the band is vital entity as a handful of unique beings with traits influenced by every other part of the world, but quickly in the dying age as we rest on the toilet of the future, straining to push that potential energy past our cheeks… we realize our place in subtle movements, pristine moments that force us to provoke and confront our mechanical role models in place to perfect the craziness again and again…the difficulty is emotionally bound, these territorial entities within our life-borne forms, and then the delicious interlude, dudes… that feeling superseding the mood, the bliss appearing just before acknowledging the food, and this digestion of the world we see today of all days in any ways as we please to taste… even with all of the shit and the waste, to experience something with curiosity rather than nothing makes us great, but wondering more if we can outlast the long and drawn-out wait… the foolish aspect to this reality we hold so dear is necessary as unforgivable as stupidity can be, it is a needed element in the acceptance of reality for what it is, but it would only seem as if we dance to the pied piper on the surface of the thought… only confronting the rare issues head-on, but it takes a certain quality of graceful instinct for courtesy and respect to move before your assumptions, the magic comes later and of a timing specific all its own… the binary sequence radiating throughout us all and our cosmic knowledge, the elements of physics and the fantastic display of reality, but also the necessary understanding of what it is to be concrete… holiday wasted zombies fill a street, but these zombies are still part of the work week swinging thing that creates the swirling suck that amasses some many souls, the workers within the hive mind mentality to feed the false queens… leaders that fill the default needs of nations next to utterly neglected vessels once the few resources are tapped out by the vampiric commercial fangs, fingers and tentacles in everything, tricking the populace into believing the lies for just a few more goes-around-comes-around motions for the sake of profit and capitalist waste… even artists need to feed, the merely starving are desperate for the change of posthumous fame, and with that familiarity create their own vehicles into the phuture of existence… striking out on their own for the history of the rest of their familial ties, in pursuit of the sublime wretch of whatever happens to be left of celebrity jeopardy by the time they become famous for whatever it is they do, but sometimes this kind of singular fame can cater to the wrong crowds… everyone is necessary in the whole grand scheme of this furious thing we were just kind of pulled into… together the magical stealer of wisdom meets the friendly future fool to compromise in twin paths of beauty and revolt through the ether, the centers of emotion that pure essential wavelength conjoined to the matter-to-consciousness bandwidth flowing into our bodies, and it is this ebb and flow that pushes the cosmic momentum through every sudden mistake in light of the mixture of everything Here…

Thanks, khet.