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Frustrated perversion.

we are the sick and unyielding things in the darkness of the psyche taken to the extreme by our holographic counterparts as they are representing us in the real world, we have been allowed into the mansions and offices of political and religious powers to best access and defile the old ways to fit a perverted idol in their place, but not everyone will see the battery as it silently charges with the energy of attack in distinct circular motions that always come back to haunt those so tormented… however, the affliction of an artist is in hir way of interpreting the honesty as a palatable suspension of disbelief, but the curse to this gift is unnatural boredom or ennui or whatever you want to call that restless reckless ghost as it tries to coerce your mind into an agreeable spot of subservience… but our reckless spirits will not go into that now-empty Pandora’s box from which they came because of the area outside of consciousness is the direction of their surge forward, a sequence repeated many times over and it still is repeated from all sources of subjective influence into the phrase ‘to stagnate is to die’ in simple human terms where praise of motion is constant Here when everyone appears as the blurring index by which all rates are measured from beginning to end, but that is not to mean that it will ever end exactly as the people will it to be with the difficult realm of consensus to factor in with the movements of humanity throughout primordial strains to the modern equivalent today… quaint rational sources of explanation are not enough for the truly innovative to advance the rest of us past the moronic oblivion we seem destined for by allowing others to lead with such authority, it seems wholly insane to my senses to give those bitches the power to control the many with such strength of conviction and confidence that heroes previously needed, but then again the demons inviting the disaster creep delicately through the human forums easily when no one sees their face because the influence needs a disguise in order to manipulate so many of us at once… influence in the media allows for that “mask” to be flexible and tight enough to sometimes keep out the leaks of disdain and impatience for humanity instead of a fiery compassion that would need no masks to hide behind, our heroes need to utilize masks in ways that fight fire with fire as part of the overall active assault in personal missions to defeat our oppressor without fail while the more subversive on our side scream out belligerently the crimes of the ruling class on the world and their peers, and decry how their subtle forms of peer pressure have homogenized us into a one world dysfunction on which every value is exploited for the purpose of nothing but wasting the gifts granted from the past… the real perverts, some might say, are the ones playing the parties against each other for sweetest of profits derived from conflict where sparks and death are easy consequences of this painful protrusion into the dark matter… somewhere we will meet and you will tell me how i have scarred you now that we have spent so much of this time together as we hide from the evils like scared rabbits afraid of an uncertain future, this is how i release my fears and loosen their controls on me and my individual consciousness as it stakes its own claim on this reality from the bowels of the bottomed-out barrel of a gun in the pants, and such tight trousers are showing off my lethal package willing to draw blood from the stoned and wasted pieces that puzzle us all to no sighted end at all as we keep seeking glories unknown to this tragic worldview… a crazed cocktail of smooth and fiery petrol poured by Molotov to strike a chord for the rebellion yelled loudly across the wildernesses that we conceive, this digital realm is just a newer aspect of the same places we all think we can see together that only appear in our dreams with some degree of accuracy in the aim as the goals are just beyond reach for the ones acting out in the trenches, and a war within humanity embeds us in such narrowed and unadorned systems where traps are set for those tossed out of bounds to expose the grenade inside our heads with its trigger mechanism only slightly ready to explode in haste of what the wasted choose thinking we are the duds that lose the win-win game…

Thanks, khet.