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pulled into Fuckland.

there are too many problems, and too many troubles to make one person a definite counter-weight to the atrocities of “us” politics, and leaving this plateau to the next level… empty and barren, the thoughts drift like whipping sands through the arid space, and each idea lashes out to tie itself against the trees… to restrain more than the tiniest particle to be left on the dusty field… this is the new space for protein pacification, polar particles in the real time thermodynamic state of being our burdens to bear, and this is the evolutionary throwback with details like the extra long tale where it shouldn’t be… becoming roving packs of social Darwinism making wrongs instead of rights, as following Haeckel’s recapitulation theory at large in diminutive perspective as the hordes of the mainstream population, and our embryonic journey has yet to finish… as the tail might recede into the coccyx to form the modern human, the living idea moves through substance into yielding at the developed being, but the most sophisticated part in the brain develops last which leaves the question how many of us tend to be least likely to adapt appropriately?… our society founded on archaic hearth wisdom from aeons ago when Ouranos was first castrated by Cronus, rites masking as wisdom used against us by these social purists and selfish pursuits, and mocking the real people in place of a daydream that may never come true again… a remark on Lamarck before the soft inheritance of these traits comes true for you too, as you are now absorbing them through a brief scan with the help of acting as hosts to these various equivalents of cultural genetics, but your mind might as well act the unyielding membranous barrier to selectively choose the ideas most vital to adapting to a specific awareness… epsilon children in the twilight of our enlightenment period, and so now comes the need to learn and retain what experience we come away with, before the whole ‘sky-is-falling’ scenario comes horribly true for us all… come one, come all, come frequently… this is not a game show, but the real of the real where every dream must come true in order for immaterial laws to supersede the human needs, the atmosphere around us swirling like the artificial flakes in a snow globe… always wanting the ideal measure to take the place of our own impartial and impatient selfish super seeds implanted to make the most impact over all the basic generations of self, whether of our own tribe or not because our plant needs to grow further at any cost, but that price has always remained ambiguous until any factual effect has long come under display through the naked eye… the absorption through human osmosis of brain tissue, as shone through the prism of the intellect and analytical faculties, and projected from the absolute of humanity’s motion whether in the carved rocks or gilded towers of glass and steel… constantly in the sequence of pushing things past the metaphysical (astral and etheric realms) and physical layers as though the source were a heated plate, and we are the bubbles boiling below the surface of the water waiting to rise, the experience of our lives encapsulated within that bubble of time and space as we burst forth into the next state of being once the metaphor breaks loose of of its ideal constrictions… the state of the Diagram is all i seem to know with accuracy anymore, trying to dictate my artistic endeavors into one combined pulse to reveal the truth that i have been lead Here to retrieve, and it is this Diagram that comes in fragmentary glimpses of the Muse which is allowing my insights into the rest of this caustic paste holding the pieces together… whether we sit in the hellfire, or outside of it, we still feel the heat and commune…

Thanks, khet.