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kheteroglossia

to Here is where we reside in simplicity though not simply the city whose shitty notions of motion have bankrupt the heavenly space we had up until recently taken for granted with a placebo effect quickness even though as shoddy substitute as it is for eliminative function trying to eliminate the natives to whom have been chosen as a humanity to be told what to do by their masters of lore and knowledge creating effective symbols through what as it is to be learned and filtered by the means of a human nature choosing a harsh grinding absolution, speaking by hybrid utterance in prose poetic supposing a new way to tell a tale about the perspective of a universe under whose mighty jurisfiction we fit to almost as opposable nesting dolls that expand from the beginning outward on a journey that no one can accurately describe from the outside with their words as magic terms that automatically can make sense to the listener observing my story skills first hand instead as a sleight of hand trick shaking the fighting fist at us forcing our perspective to change on things as they are Here, and not making any of a common sense fit as all languages to repurpose in possibly the most corrupt to create patterns that vary among various ancient peoples of the world in leading us to distract each other most foul when vying to gain an upper hand in the situation that calls out for scrutiny of emblems and signals to equalize the pressure of communication as the quality best suited to penetrating those subtle barriers between people and their own filters always turned on as to what they have seen and experienced of the world… tuning in and dropping out of the seen amidst us a vessel capsized sailing through the bucket list of dreams radiating out in everyone as much as everything Here where sunshine strikes the thing we call home allowing this life the ability to spread and jerk into some corresponding states of near bliss though not necessarily without the occasions of stubborn ignorance sometimes propelling these urges forward into a future no matter how futile to perceive while constantly conceiving these dreamt of beliefs taken for granted by the general populace unaware as a majority, the sorry undulations of human drama always flipping actions into repercussions that flare and recede as the background changes with the players in making a game of their pains and details made from the fears worried at what happens after ashes are left tracking back onto former sources of work as catechumans selectively assimilating the discourse of others and making it our own, and inspired into parallel and perpendicular patterns that weave sometimes tenderly from an idea alone in our heads stark and brilliant expressing itself through who we are not always as similar as we might like in order to keep a certain amount of stable perceptions supporting our view of a truth no matter how surreal the truth might feel to a subject suddenly objectified by an inherent mortal proof no room to make sense from words that humiliate the mutant minds unconcerned with enlightenment…

Thanks, khet.