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the grope for a Hope.

it is touching how the degeneration occurs as the civil corruption takes on a multitude of faces to reveal the hollow and falsely outspoken terms that are complicating a well-structured outlet for progress, but quickly it is taken for granted how much is had by the idiot people with their hands in deep pockets to excise the capital gained by local merchants in order to coagulate this financial entity into a lumpy monster with many levels of names to take the brunt of the attacks from any people who fall prey to these pseudo-human beings crawling the surface of the earth through paid drones who check out half the time as they wait for that something new to perhaps come around like all of us do when the civil disobedience grows to fatal levels of noise with warriors from both sides of the argument lost considering sacrifice for themselves as the only means of breaking down the tension, the digestion of religious appeasement to gods in line with one nature or another as the crop of human souls becomes ripe for ideal possible smothering with the generations of a now self-imposed consumer system that requires ‘want’ and ‘need’ to be ideas of flow intermingled as though a product itself… a fractured piece of ourselves that came out of the “factory” faulty because it is the only part out of all of us that responds to humanity and its compassion which is the very same part that the empty among us are sorely missing for themselves, with their burned out eyes glowing in the dark of night, but certainly nightmares that walk awake in the daylight the image of human as well… we take the presence of these things for granted as though this really were the only way to live, but what of those who care less about cooperation and more about their own selfish gains as a path from human misery, with their captivated lifestyles trying desperately to hold onto some ideal imaginary as the rest of us out there as a personal proof takes matters into our own hands to get away from an already bankrupt system working by itself to some degree as it eats both time and space in an all-consuming motion that drives it ever further than it needs to go making concepts into concrete as it spends its awareness solidifying the unknown into tangible spokes on the wheel for others to grab onto Here… few variants break away from the pack mentality successfully enough to dislodge the parasitic implant that superegos its way into the collective mind of the masses defining all good/ bad scenarios before there is even room for their natural occurrence in the real world as credited worse case visions that take the place of a manageable situation, drawing out the spastic in human nature there before those very same eyes that can perceive through the lies that linger heavy Here in material darkness, but never are we the alone in our pursuit of the real as we slip in and out of skins that die and repeat with captivating flavors mingling with those intensities of other senses housed inside this shell that dwells underneath the surface within DNA-RNA strands of mixture as the human pours into the form made perfect as a frame for the rest of this discombobulated whole from which creep things that maybe should not be… as the lid kicks back and widely flares a round into the air as the bad things slither out of the rear, taking the hint that they are unwanted until they wear the same flesh as other seekers walking the earthen ground freely on this planet floating among the waste and the space that fills in as solid reality in this deep and dank fit for the privileged fear there can be a hell to pay, and best not to wake the sleeping gods in our midst as they will set ablaze the wind as with our ignorance we are unaware of the turn tides are soon to take igniting the rhythm of the days as a kinetic frenzy of wanton laze overtakes the minds of this mental police state that harms our best lives into hiding away… we are the mission that is at stake in Here…

Thanks, khet.