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history as a social histamine…

studied and learned by rote the means to an end it would seem a foreign relationship to all these jerky qualities that i have earned as badges by way of experiencing mistakes to which the wisest ones would not fall prey but we all find ourselves lured to the edges of the watery grave as that abyss which holds the answers and craves to be seen and heard for its own expressions made flesh though there are so many who can cast out and cut down this belief, a history made cheaper by the cousins of the active participants much like the apostles to their savior becoming the observers of events passing rather than full initiates of any living gods who would prefer some legend to be passed along the chain of storytellers and mystics treading into unsavory waters grow a deep forest from which to draw upon myths and their corresponding elements of truth sometimes subtle or hidden throughout the patterns evolving between time flows, and are yet not cured of these deviant behaviors maligned and intermingled by the residents of the heathen earth wrapped up in their own situations to a fault making the curious cruel by leaps and bounds of the abstract imagination upholding a primal code finding ourselves blocked by the antagonistic forces digesting an opinion that isn’t their own Here… when the royalty of Europe later claimed divine rules and sat upon their thrones rather than bodies in the battlefield and thus pushing the tendency for historic relevance to be of a violent orientation by default dismissing and neutralized by those who compile all records of what has happened Here as their own personal bias betrays a selfish motive to assert control sacrificing to some vaguely unqualified greater good to which only the good die young, a grand scheme to force the evil in this world to atone by their becoming the leaders that rule us as each naive natal matrix is capable of opening out like a cosmic flower requiring a little bit of all dualities to grow even when it is the whole picture that remains unseen for this particular level of cosmetic neurosis as involved with the individuals who believe themselves worthy of the honor bestowed upon each in their own ways, but stowaways is what we really are like parasites attached whose carrying of toxic materials bound to become rancid once a full maturation has been reached by the blood-borne chemicals trailing through our systems simulating as a living creature for an allotted period of time upon whose passing frees the chemical systems of this biological constraint holding us at all times against our wills by forcing us down paths least taken shaking some change loose like fruit from the tree when the animals are panicking over what comes next as a truth for us to adapt to mimicking human pursuits and demeanors set in our hollow graphic rituals and tendencies we are like mast cells responding to an assault from the mobs of allergens to protect this experience…

Thanks, khet.