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finger garden of god.

we get lodged inside the complaint as it involves our worried psyches through challenges onto the power of personal control whose emphasis resides reeling from saprosanct idols openly displayed for those not ready to meat themselves on the grinding edge of this obvious oblivion voiding into a deep unknown where dark things creep just outside the range of sight beyond the threshold of light on towards an energy which few senses can reach as it condenses into matter just as dark, the unseen singularity resides as aspects within the self housed by this body for a short time reflected back upon itself both internally in as much externally outside of ourselves waiting and searching through the floating cosmic debris as constantly these systems of delivery which surround our paradigm without our noticing most of the time as we are kept focused upon our own purposes while Here suffering through the worst of it to learn, but it is noted that as passengers we do not need to only confine our time and energy into the abusive modes of the others who act as doppelgängers of our shadow souls projecting onto us the dismal reflection a few of us are still developing through as a ‘devil’s gauntlet’ perhaps lodged somewhere permanent in the ‘dark night of the soul’ in the out there vacant though more than half full… woe be to whosoever feels that gauntlet striking them hard as these challenges can be more than some of us can take clouding a dark horizon without any silver linings to restore a sanity in safety taken for granted by the gutter rats posing as regular citizens though under the averaging skin we all differ in our ideals of a questing and a comfort we try to create Here if only temporarily, confronted with the fraudulent and the momentums from these movements now seen as erstwhile history once made the illusion states that acts can never be undone even though for every step forward there are innumerable smaller steps foreshadowing the climb for a few who are going to receive the glory founded by those ones to appear before pathways were made of these turns in life’s flippancy from one page to the others sorting out individual truths known while this a tumbler of so many parts and parcels whose material surface is taken for what it is even as the universe within any substance has many more layers than easily perceived by eyes or instruments, and when these ideas change there will be a renewal like the phoenix rising from ashes of Mankind’s industrious futility gone haywire for those having been caught on the inside of the system when various cogs jerk and stutter out of control even under a false justification as if there might be safety in numbers instead of a smorgasbord feast for the beasts beyond and against our worried heathen distrust weakening the solidity as much the solidarity among our digital avenues now open to the public peanut gallery of opinion judging and berating these open minds…

Thanks, khet.