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the vanity of a sanity…

in sanity we find the reinforcement of our dreams as visions of the future we have chosen to blossom into a state of reality reserved for those that can make it happen unless that requires the destructive likenesses on par with the gods and monsters one and the same who jerk around these ancestral shenanigans a tailspin at a time as modern forces collide like waves both under and over the surface of this mighty a collective sea as it ripples and drifts through those dreaming schemes related as many others buried fathoms deep in the godlike unconscious expanding further than our physical lives could ever deny, in a spastic tribe of dancers macabre like this makes the whirling seem worth it before the magic scares away any holy dervishes from their temple slaves as we move on climbing ladders of spiritual pain attempting to understand what this is we are moving through as those surreal and substantial exchanges place on these odd occasions where chaos is needed as might claim other interested parties sometimes without thinking about any other identity but themselves forcing their needs first to break the surface, and yet still more fishes in the sea than are truthfully seeking any of redeeming qualities which would serve them as well over the course of our existence Here making due with whatever we choose or refuse to do with our timely mortality moving this body with it’s skeletal frame and nervous system barely capable of making any practical decisions without a fluttering or fucking up the genuine urge to make things better surging with animal curiosity or certainty that who we are is absolutely right… no matter how this is a world that worries me there are still those elements that i cannot see which reveal themselves over time progressing the natural outcome of this material place that we recklessly take for granted tragic as we are so ashamed or guilty of criminal tactics to shine on the offensive monsters within pushing as the nervous tensions to come out of these hydes resembling human suits we wear out devoid of careful considerations or compassionate care-taking if we hesitate to maintain it is this fate that makes us die so quickly and ironically sometimes, but it isn’t as though we have ever lacked appropriate skills or opportunities soon to be inundated or overwhelmed by these anxious people and places that distract and obligate us toward other avenues of fortune joining larger mob mentalities that shift opinions like sand demanding our absolute of loyalty uniting these chains of subservience in service to a society that takes what it can get no matter the consequences of change, vacillating in the steady rituals counter to many oppressive choices used against us to reinforce damage and the challenges left to understand properly as authorities have deemed it worthy for our frequent tests of endurance promoting provocative constitutions that glide opportunists into office these days of animated shaming and secrecy lost Here in a shallow bewilderness of polite superficially artful gestures and speeches spent taming the boring screw held holy by the restless few who know it as too late…

Thanks, khet.