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electric defective shocking the system cannot help the rushing thrust forward hanging on by a trust in a harmonious exception to the rules as they are subtly impressed upon us all under pressurized hands as a tight grip comes to throttle the imagination into a stagnant place which drips the blood and sweat of all past sacrifice melting from artifice to become something conforming to the ablyss passed on through the genetic fits as we spastically degenerate the decadent laughter echoes in our midst, psycho logic tricking our features blank receptive to the next wave as it may sway and smash us down like the pull of a tsunami dragging the remnants of a past and present up to disastrous conclusions for our ideals as well becoming lost in the splashing resistance that we feel when a something more novel arrives to settle our hopes away through this most obvious display of repressing the colluding and wheedling contract made between nature and humanity, but the vanity in some creatures will only refuse to die if it has to be the sudden time to leave this mortal coil that sometimes wraps around our throats confusing these various interests we had before the collapse of both morals and a corporate ideology that has left us bankrupt and ruptured by all the cheap thrills corresponding with the cryptofascist miscommunication to impair the rational to find weakness moving with negative reinforcement all acting as impetus to deliver… a safety and shelter as sanctuary holding doors open for the budding saints we are trying to wedge what it is sanity has left ourselves terribly caught off-guard as an awkward means to an off-kilter end that sits and dreams waiting for the next arrival on this plane too bored to work through solemn inner struggles and a strife alone so we try enchanting the intensity of emotional pain away with distractions and those few hip and trendy attractions that seem to make life worth living again, but what about that repugnant judge floating just inside of our heads as monitor to gauge the activity contrasted thoughts and meanings blurring lines and lies as dread and guilt and worry infect the host as parasitic babysitters eating those babies they are in charge of as the inner children we all tend to forget moves a subjective realism solipsistic to ourselves that presents the journey of growing up as words we constantly rehearse until death, when we finally get to sleeping like the dreaming has never been before Now that onrush of civil and domestic challenges relieved by the invisible wall we cannot quite reach from Here even while asleep in the mists of time and space gathered together where it claims we are destined to be great legends becoming conscious compass a compassion borne from the methods that cause suffering and pain in grandiose numbers enough that you could in fact call these collective martyrs human sacrifices to a system that cares little for the quaking insular goals of the individual as trivial marker moving mountains…

Thanks, khet.