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the Punxsutawney filler.

its cold, and i care not if the beast saw its shadow today… chances are that we will have too much in the way of bad weather before the good… darkest before the dawn, the economy has been in the sewers for years, and even before i was born there was debt heaped upon me… though i do not think that my frame of mind is exaggeratedly thinking karma is at fault Here, as i know virtually nothing of this karma thing except what i hear, and i have heard little that has stuck between the ears for me to speak one way or the other personally… i mean this isn’t even a holiday worth taking time for, suffering the natural fury has astounded the world over, and still there is no hyper science fiction quick fix to what we live within… the atmosphere may seem thin, and the warping polar ice caps give way to more liquid year after year, even in a prolonged suck that our species has gifted upon the mother earth as enslaved by our whim she is… the chains cosmic and heavy with the gravity of the situation, but we still bleed the bitch dry of human wealth to shift the power struggle yet again, so that others fears and hatreds might harvest another crop of sacrifices to ancient pagan gods now not so pagan… the “saints” ascertain where we live in the zip codes, like the piss running down the pant leg wet and warm, and begin their atrophied assaults on the less cunning humans so comforted and well-fed… so what of this high that it seems so many officious people believe they have the born instinct to afford the right to lead a people collectively for a purpose?… we see it everyday, pistol-whipped and nipple-fed, the everyday sheltered populace in their witty fashion apparel… if the groundhogs eat our flesh, sew the better seeds i say, and forget about the past with all its myriad functioning things… the better to make us all martyrs, eh, give us free choice individually to eliminate a single voice collectively….or have i said these things before?… i wonder… sometimes i gasp and am appalled by the words or structure i use, and how some of my earlier ideas need better formations, a little more restructuring to make a concise point….instead of the sloppy narrative i always put together… it is fitting that a culture as fucked as ours should put us together in some such much further fucked-up manner as we come to take heed living amongst day after day… sometimes i give up, i am so afraid, but nothing left but forge ahead…

Thanks, khet.