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somewhere…in a Digiteval age

the time warp, a constantly shifting wave, moving itself through modernity consecrating some and banishing most to exist within a limited frame of growth… the humans Here a witness to the shapes inside their own culture colliding with generation after generation of what has come before us in the now, tempered by the attempts to create personal works of order through the oblivious patterns of chaos seen in nature, and lived amongst within each creature to crawl… a demon core of concepts that drive us through to radioactive attempts as curiosity tempts us with elements we see and hear though often feel farther than near to the clearest conclusions we call out guesses at seeing what sticks to the default disposition of a natural conflagration burning inside of these vessels we have stowed away upon gliding this time machine of flesh through space, a trip from birth to death that inevitably has us thinking about our own source to joy to seek heaven in pursuit after we see the alternative reality that alters the natives by their own thoughts at hand, trying to burn away what is deemed by a flawed authority as irrational yet it still breeds inherent animal traits one cannot merely scrap or gouge away as false fates first prime the engine that will analyze these statements… bereft by rift-causing benefit, a gift to be dropped in the wilderness without any guide or compass to navigate the haunting terrain of a soul let alone that physical environment that nature commands to slowly digest us whether we appease this force or ourselves makes no sense or difference to it, whatever this thing may be as infinite extensions both within and without understanding to coax the energy from where it has been condensed and compressed into shape Here… quiz show jokes don’t mention us as we are the shadows in motion behind what scenes are managed for our perusal as the audience making mention of knowledge turned trivial trick to spin into being seen as for others’ entertainment as a whole, but the words ebb and flow with reality baiting us to leap even if faith is not riding our steps into the ablyss we bear ill will until we fail to land on the fantasy island of our dreams built over years, instead the unbroken real calcifies and makes concrete whatever progress has been made of course a path that cannot be unexplained so harsh it is once the artifact becomes the superficial heir apparent obvious product to the ephemeral hypnos lurking in thought alone… an electric jitter glitters off the glistening dancers gathered to the head of this pin, a keystone in human development beyond simply ideas of the various quanta and data that hide behind false profits weighing civilization down into the past even those things left passed on the gravity of tradition we must take to deconstruct for ourselves before the darkening mess banishes us like the myths we treasure like Socrates and Jesus, whittling down tainted onus by rubbing our noses in it like the awful pets we appear to be whom require the training of a lifetime until the mature creature emerges unfettered by self-doubt and questionable motivations to make this life linger as long as it may be permitted to remain Here embedded in the heart of the lost with the rest of a perceived humanity that still yet exists… the bodies interminably drop once the juice inside is spent, we’ve kept up the masquerade as best we can from the instructions received, but not everything is as it appears to be…

thanks, khet:/