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Be It Shit

be it shit, or something else, i cannot tell… the token act of speaking does not automatically mean that there is any intention of making things the better for others as it might first seem to be a priority which lords over us all in our hasty decisions wasting our personal time on this track, but is it the righteous track we play on or can we overdub the parts we feel are weak in order to assume the position we have felt destined for our wiles and wary glances backwards into the abyss we had created to begin with, excuses like pennies patient for the train… the orator awaiting perhaps with expectation for the audience to be consumed by the way in which the speaking conveys both an empathy from the artist while provoking sympathy for the art as collected by the mind, pictures and the tales told for which the mind’s eye projects an image in order for the proper digestion to occur as the mind as a sensitive instrument can pick up on multiple signals from multiple sources whether the conscious facade registers this is another matter, but some parts always reside hidden everywhere for us to pick up onto eventually as another gathering of possibilities to presume the outcome even if the plausibility seems to rate rather low on any other rational scale… the house is empty of its contents, but ready to be filled with whatever the imagination can place there to be held until such a time as it is needed by the owner of the manse in question, a place hidden behind the inhabitant’s eyes inside the head as questionable visions sharpen the screaming nerve within each little thought to drive itself outside as though a demon-ridden assortment of clues used to gather evidence contrary to the idea that nothing had ever occurred… an ignorance taken too far to be of anything other than obnoxious detention of the truth tethered by the urgent hypocrisy that evades anything but some vague subjective definition on objectivity, and how we all must agree on the end result in order for consensus reality to absorb our personal ideas as we convince ourselves as famously capable of handling almost anything that strides into our path unwanted… as the nervous twitch moves throughout our entire body when the moment strikes, and we find that we really are capable for anything even the worst we could never imagine possible as civilizations fall and rise to raze and ripple across a map describing their conquests conquering other destinations fulfilling a curse to kill, the subjects locked inside at the mercy of their captor…

Thanks, khet.