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this Perpetual lie

the vicious amongst us are exactly like the nice people we see and hear about as terms of politeness inside of culture creating that veneer that tries to impress with face value disrupting the real moments with subtly superficial ones that cannot be acknowledged without a prior experience as the jargon used to prove officiation as opposed to relating to the other with honest feedback that tends to be wild and rabid if the information passed around is not precise enough to flow between us, counterproductive sensations in the abortive frame of mind that hampers attempts to utilize confidence against intimidation outside of ourselves that accepts only the roles and regime of the bully whose own needs are far greater than a lowly humanity cruelly festering punchline poisoned by the indifference that participants show once it is the processing invested complete thus allowing those of us to live total lies without consequences, and enterprising from a standpoint of exclusion and hatred manifested as fear spread amongst the locals who then pass the hint to the next wittiest and so on until a repetition of reputation becomes absurd as an anecdote or limerick perhaps but always tempting the edge of emotional content when the tainted touch of manipulation was overwhelming as thick ropes used to incriminate and hang ourselves or to captivate those enemies who make claims to their righteousness just as loudly trying taunts contain the product once it has dropped… bombing offenders with serious faces no compassion to a speak from thinking of war and violence and how they loop continuously though throughout the age as another one comes into place over that course of specific patterns jigsaw sockets that cut and fit to different sections of what we consider our higher purpose that it may or may not take years or decades to improve and while that sounds intimidating it is the least of our concerns down in it, taking private parts in our hands to strike out against the snarl of the desert as the real people are taking turns moving progress along the pro-creative ladders affixed before it burns out with the white heat of opportunism run amok without the civilized drive that we speak of as being any superior function to these organic portals confused as computers at this level in development which is false as the flesh circuitry we are born with works on many subtle parts or subconscious layers that permit trivial variation, but only as long as the organism is not cut down or made to be in a detrimental state where very few items of sense float on as around these memories ebb and flux the coming of altered admissions stripped of their conscious fakery making all of us more than a little tense as an offending pulse pushing us to the brink in the blink of an eye as the storm moves over to stare directly into our hearts and minds to find us either quaking or crazy from this steady rain of heat and terror revealed in wave-like formulae that take shape once they are conceived and sent convincing the others that what is this truth…

Thanks, khet.