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Chemical Ignorance

the words eaten by hand-to-mouth are a little more difficult to discern from the rest of the swampy miasma of writing and reading as the meaning and motion are twin vectors flowing from off the form of a particular train of thought soon which may casually stumble from the lips distractedly, but the movement from mouth-to-ear is electric with the many pheromones and noisy vibrations from the depths of the human as animal when it reacts and adapts to the environment as it dissolves into all of the other frequencies for distribution between those analytical minds searching for answers and the opinions of outsiders testing the limits unconsciously to reach some meaningful synthesis in harmony with all aspects, as we are all born with these parts attached or grown in without some prior understanding of what it is we are to be doing Here among all the other differing methods and monsters parading around like owners to this big ball of muck underneath our very feet… the density of reality seems solid as the eyes touch material with tendrils resembling arms and hands feeling on the surface for some way out through this real into something more as nothing will ever satisfy the person’s curiosity, smooth or rough it is the texture that appears to us as from those grainy details to specify a composition to the object piquing our wonder, and it is information that remains stored up in our general perceptions of the way things are for as long as we continue to gauge this physical wall as time shifts walls from where they once stood into constructs of resiliency requiring many phases to truly dissolve into space beyond time… limited by the very little we are able to perceive in this mode of the simply real that takes place within the Now as we have always tried to somehow quantify it in order to capitalize upon all of the curious positions to affect whatever is real in ripples that echo over the span we allow time to swallow whole our efforts, mashing the various ideas that can remain stable long enough to be as fused together in large chunks as over-stimulating information washes through the person who then pans out an experience like a gold prospector shifting sands to spot some golden strand as a metaphor of needle in the haystack would be so fitting to this situation in question, but when we as the individuals have reached the point where we no longer seem to understand as acutely as once we had known ourselves to be as in youth it is implied that we need some other antidote to turn the tides on the aged angry mess that past versions have said that one day we would all succumb… it is at times like this that most of us join the ranks of adulthood that relies upon tinctures and salves to cure what ails us adding chemical treatments to the rituals we have had to endure this long as human, wary of the easy endeavor to succumb to the numbness that indifference is moving toward becoming solid trend within the conservative movements which pride themselves on static ideals which maintains the band aid over the truth of change, and that the real story is not how easily the people are manipulated into believing the backwash in order to keep the vampiric structure alive on the blood and sorrow of the many wage-enslaved knees fallen deep in this continuous mess the paradigm has shifted to become… not all of these necessary pieces fall into place right away as the need for acceptance of systems stunts our growth from the inside as we become accustomed to growing up on the outside, a tricky deal when one looks over the contract they signed to get beyond whatever a shitcan existence it had been before this one where ridicule follows us all with the devious wicked laughter one comes to expect from the audience of demonic fools writhing in merriment, but Here is where hell becomes the adaptable concept crawling through the horrified marrow inside our bones and the genes which has linked us to the past since those epic revelations previous to this argument created motives layered over other motivations… we all see heaven and hell wherever we are as it is that dichotomy of good and evil that follows even the best of us to the icy grave, but a questionable predicament if the corpse flickers with a light still while the mind has fluttered by out of the head without so much as a warning of escape while the rest of this system tries to cope with the immediate energy vacuum as left behind in the wake for families and friends to clean-up loose ends, pumping more and more up to intense volumes of poison fission wetting the brain to wedge loose that which lost in thinking retains somehow left behind like residues from which we all have to pay our dues in one way or another… addictions of whose choice is it to choose what it is to be right or wrong down this long corridor to a truth that this junk builds blues up from the depth of an unfathomed wasteland to which truth and youth are but fallen idols, standing totems buried in the sandy gossamer fringe that dreams are made of with visible patrons paying for the experience however they can when they can afford it as the games won’t play themselves without a mouse in the maze somewhere, but this is why our parents abort us because the world we live in is so disgusting and cruel and untrustworthy in ways that defeat the purpose of even speaking as witness to good and the kindness within the human soul that holds all our spirits without control… we are allowed to stay playing for as long as we like, but we always have to realize that we are still only children in order to grow out of it one day when the ignorance peels back to reveal the bliss that was always in there somewhere as we least expected the inner child to be real, device used against us in our times of great vulnerability when we understand anything the least during periods of duress that cannot be relieved by merely a good night’s rest alone… where we need to retain our dreaming soul…

Thanks, khet.