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Gain distortion.

you try to create, and become disappointed with efforts not totally under your idea of control, there are many differing influences coming together all at once… this moment moves more than itself, as the words spill out like fibers taken for granted that they are even there in the first place, and these fibers are connecting us all together like rubber bands… when the creative strands become dissociative with the others is where the relations erode, and we start to feel as though the outsider is among us, like some dastardly viral plague shooting out and infect everyone else… we were all raised to some extent to embrace the infinite potential for growth, but many of the base ideals have been dissolved by the curse of humanity needing to grow constantly, the restless urge of conquest and reckless leadership… it would be so fitting that the cosmos has these cruel characters linked and lead each other over the edge of oblivion, but why do all of us have to follow them, why do we not just sack those fucking bastards sucking the whole of culture further down… a blank degeneration works against us as the next generations grow up without anywhere to go to, but upward into the unfathomed vertical territory that our minds try to explore in dreams and certainties… we get whatever we want because we pursue those things with such fervor and persistence, that nothing can be stable for long with the dissatisfied at the helm of cultural motion, and there can be no peace without respect being integral to any personal exchanges of energy… our circuits are thrown out of whack by this complicated system of raw nerves and insulting jerks, it is surprising this machinery hasn’t come to a stop years ago, but Here we are now with all our gadgets and mutations intact… at some level we get distracted from our own goals by the culture we support, undertaking the goals of group as a cheap substitute to personal growth, but there are times when even this mentality becomes too overwhelming to sustain… the more we apply our collective will to manufacture the poison and garbage that fills our world, the more this total gain distortion will rumble and spasm reality like an overly filled washing machine, and will spin and spin if left unattended… we have grown into our roles as purveyors of mess, and we feel as though we cannot go back on what we made, nothing is that linear or set in stone when it comes to action… it can all spiral out of control, or into the control of the few, if we let it happen at all… we have no need of the fancy auto as much as we might think we are entitled to one because of how hard we work… we build up so much from so little, but rarely if ever do we see the odd shapes defining and collecting at the corners, the general sense of we as us seem to react with the same integrity of absolutes as anyone else out there… sometimes it takes that sudden realization to move the mountains, the orgasms of junk that our culture is known for, but just a further extension of imperialistic fascism from those ancient Roman memes of superiority passed hand-to-mouth for endless centuries… we still use variants of Latin in our daily effective use of language, and somewhere through the mistaken belief that history becomes the way to order our lives upon, creating some kind of safety blanket reality for the imaginary consensus to prove themselves pleased with this ignorance confronting them now… old systems need to be razed to function in an ever-changing universe, but doesn’t mean heaven needs violence to occur, this is the flawed perspective of the “nemesis” that we have in this culture… the requested task to remove the negative to create a perfected idea of universal truth, however there is only speculation and opinion to place this single truth in absolute dominance over every other thing after it, and this is the bias on which swings most of our hope and dreams into shattered pieces that leave markings and shrapnel on the hides of the devotees… this materialism has an equal, antagonistic quality to “concrete” reality, but is one tangent to qualify the real question of what other pieces fit in to form a synthesis of truths Here?… complying with the “hard-to-be-precise” crosshatching of the various gamuts and steps leading us to believe what we do, that idea of advancement being the constant pulling us along, but is that just another old system in need of total revision?… one of the many things that tries to move each of us along of its own direction, that which defies and defines us at the same time, but never so easily stated with absolute truth… conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel, please…

Thanks, khet.