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the psychopath to Freedom.

we all struggle for something unique for ourselves as individuals, people do feel like they are computers meant to be programmed with all the spiritual data that will fit as necessary, but we have shortchanged our fellow human beings by allowing the current system its insufferable currency to date… it is so totally unfair how we have let bureaucracy take over for our substance of freedom, what madness is this that sucks us into its grip, and then tethers us to one spot if we allow ourselves to appear complacent when really it is a case of doing what we what we can to free ourselves from the painful organization of fiends endlessly provoking us into their actions of choice… sometimes you have to learn how to feel like a villain, it is only by learning not to fear oneself that allows for unlimited adaptation to a treacherous world, and we are ill-equipped from the beginning because of a powerful cultural bias presented before our birth… how rotten is that?… we have no in-bred compassion, my friends, it is a learning experience in the ever-present… a capacity to resist the bestial nature of the human animal, confronting the emotional guardian before we pass the gates of the conscious mind to praise its ability to monitor and navigate amongst the multitude of frequencies, and still yet we disbelieve in the powers of the self actualized within other people to an overwhelming degree that staggers the conflict into existence from the very beginning… this grandiose paranoia that spills over from that dark mirror of potentiality and possibility undefined, administering every tribulation that a species like ours would require to reach a cosmic standard of absolute substance, but that dark heart lingers with every choice made that lingers there for the unaware to have smack right in their face with a revelatory obligation that again does not compel everyone the same way… there is no one way, that is left for the one-track minds like missiles whose only path can be traced on the map, and becomes only the hollow impermanence of the one horizontal hive mind exposing the shallow faces to the world captivated by stars and lies disguised as mental cruise missiles set to destroy every try to succeed at learning the curve ball swerve just before impact… biological dead ends that shall fall off the head or be eaten instead… only time will tell is the up-brought decide they want to be kings and queens in this dysfunctional place the rest of us call reality, but where do these triggers occur and how do the beasts submit to these god-awful general laws, while still able to inflict their raping awareness upon others under a radar of dissatisfaction and judgment over the more inferior of the species… any and all species it would seem… either one side or the other tries to abuse the same system of people working the machine, whether just another individual cog in the extreme vision of a future that reliably moves the same wheels around that have always moved when world things need to change, but that doesn’t speed this factor of realization any faster for us or the rest of the wheel in motion… what wisdom have we leached from this place?… as the hypocritical hypochondriacs of the next bright age ahead in the hypnotic horizon scene, staring into that sun-shiny thing unaware as it were as it goes out of focus, and the alien within us strikes at odd times at all hours of bedroom bliss which makes us more than a little cranky when we have to wake from another dreamy state of mind… someone always subduing dreams…

Thanks, khet.