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the Golden ass.

the whole world is poetry, all our lives are poetry… is it a collapse we seek or really a cure for this disease?… if you are afraid that you won’t have anything to offer this world, then go ahead and get a day job, but always remind yourself that there are other options out there… the golden ass, like a god, it stands taller than the impudent fools who gather to worship at the feet of the artificial idol on their knees… the distracted amongst the masses are left struggling with their base desires and delirious wants, thrilling the pawns into place for the cosmic chess game that only the strategists could devise a plot so easily, and on the backs of the dreamily enchained our world is built like the Egyptian tyranny of eons ago as we scarcely realize what life was like back then at all… luckily, our coveted branches of science have taken the responsibility to rediscover our past through many diverse methods and procedures made valid by authorities and empirical studies, but still we are no closer to discovery of truth than our predecessors were at the time of their incarnations on this earth… we dig in deeper, to entrench ourselves while salvo after salvo of information launches our direction, but eventually even these shots ring out through the atmosphere and reflect their message at our backsides as we expect more problematic situations to our front… bring me the head of orpheus, i cry, the disco king amongst his flock of liars, and i will reveal to you how much your christ figure emulates the orphic glory of a being torn apart for the sacrifice of people who would have not cared… shaved and driven into celebrity exile to entertain the drooling retards with sparkles and glitter, what lust for life i see before me, and still i grow bored with the errors made in communication… we all seem to err in favor of our own biased allergy for the functional, we are as dim-witted as that might seem in light of all orders of stupidity organized in our favor, and this is in thinking of our disposable culture waiting to be flushed down the toilet of the future with extreme prejudice… it may seem unreal an idea to some, but those are mainly the intellectual folks who “know” otherwise or the right way to go about things in this world, your basic person is very literally lead and fed by a safety net system that drives us to the ends of the earth for further grotesque establishment of a sheltered environment in which to raise the youth in comfort and without ideas of harm perverting their minds… our concepts of innocence lost realized in fear, and much like the protagonist who becomes the “golden ass”, we all have this bizarre derivative of innocent curiosity twisted into the insatiable desire and unrelenting curiosity to see and understand magic or the real mystery of active reality… however, the glimmering veil is what keeps us from our hoarding complex to dominate information and control the flow of data in the physical world, and this is because too few people are ever “prepared” to be as human beings when they reach this plane of material existence… there are no guiding manuals though many self-help books to fill the shelves sharing dust with the rest of the ornate but insignificant objects littering the home these days, nothing but raw experience can truthfully guide the individual through their paths respectively, and the quest to find and retain this magic is something we share and honestly participate in separately to achieve an advantage over the other “players” in this field mistaken as competition for we are equal… beings searching out a density of destiny to will into creation for themselves each unto their own, but soon we find the need to gather together and shed our preconceived notions of what community has to be, flocking to the honest interconnections before the false wisdom paraded as truth… we need to fix the filtration system we allow culture to implant behind our eyes, to standardize us…

Thanks, khet.