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a World to the Wise…

watching this game play itself out is painful enough for those unaware of the magnitude of events pushing boundaries upon others by brutality and cruel acts manipulating the features showing on this very core continuum within culture trying to free itself from the plague of mental and emotional consumption when symptoms of the physical affliction before it became tuberculosis were able to be treated which may or may not occur to others that this could very well be true of the psychic scars leaving volatile imprints upon that of a malleable subconscious such as the early stages of learning we must go through to attain at least a rough estimate of what living life entails in whose myth we share and celebrate what it means to be alive if only to one’s own definition as tepid start to exploring the life map with an open mind, a skilled godless force flows through the currency experience creates as witness to the degree of changes that are or have occurred placing a public face on a certain amount of information as consensus reality’s stamp of approval calling forth the critics some to deny its entry into popular belief the digital relay between man and machine changes as well to new frequencies of exaggerated dalliance trying to form absolutes of alliance and agreed upon boundaries as lines not to be crossed even as Mankind defied these ideas themselves long ago before the standards impressed in after effects of government intrusion staking shady claims upon defilers of environmental concerns as they raise to crescendo pitch, and affect the peoples within that greater majority appealing for a stasis that relies not on status or respect gained from financial certitude through which the obnoxious attitude is evolved into an animal substitute to the challenge of mating yielding results ranging from death to humility out there in the still wilds of this place to this size and shape of a subliminal servile agency to one’s own nervous urges that does crave a turn at the wheel to drive us into oblivion’s bright sun slowly lazily lifting from the cold horizon curved line drawn in the sky where sea and land join air to set the vital parts in motion without question as these are the things which simply are the points at whim becoming so complex as to derive indecision of thought from the human mind… a void which cannot be described except one at a time when given the chance as we get caught up in the dense dance macabre sending us spinning out of control have these then lucid games been so conformed that this cosmos tears us loose of the information so vital to us claiming truths and defining absolutes that we think are at play in this planetary consciousness as the dead god we cling to almost in parasitic shame for our ill appreciation of this everlord that state of life we try thinking of in metaphors and symbolic ways that mirror this simple syrup that rises from our steaming carcass as if a nectar drained from our very essence that feeds the gods their parties and laughter at our pain and misery if not their own consequences of wanton lust and decadent abandon lost by the interwoven stories and myths the caltrops in the tracks of so-called scholars agnostic on what they wish they could know outright as elementary foundation for scientific study, the negatives of this reality such as “dark” matter shattered by and around it by its counterpart synergistically and energetically as a “realm” for potential energies that has yet to take as some form or shape lurking amid the chaos as collective entity swimming and growing through various dimensional procession that defines our reality tunnel as we evolve from poisonous toadstool to entheogenic traveler to utilize a psychedelic analogy via the fungus among us that like many lives before this were existing in harmony with the rest of a broader continuum, but this was not always a better way to go about says the villainous corruption…

Thanks, khet.