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Insemination of the bowels.

Gory?…Dark?…Gay?…What are these words, and why do they seem to link together in statements that repel the common listener?…Uncommon is my approach to life and lively living against unfit rules that have held grip upon my consciousness, and have perceived more than just the common experience because of my unique traits and interests…Such as music, both the visual art and sonic magic, and everything unknown is a probable influence in any number of directions…Disturbing?…Masses deserve only the kindest enlightenment to the new topics of interest…The age of some concepts have been passed around for time immemorial, and our eyes just now open to these faces…Here are the essence of life itself in the distracting visage of the unfolding multitudes…Population explosion?…No new lessons, but somewhere deep down you crave to survive…Why are we ticking away like this?…I am not a horribly scary person to be around, but I do seem to create tension wherever I am, which can be misinterpreted all the time…Even though waving sharp instruments through the air does constitute insanity in my mind…The mortal raging form, and where we stop nobody knows…Body goes into box, and is burned or buried, while the mind veers off into and further than the great beyond…What is scary about dying?…Fear is a mighty weapon for some to just want to throw around, and it fucks with the calm of the locals…Difference is accepted, but defiance is unforgivable in the manipulated societies of the weak…Knowledge is the strength to fight oppression in its manifest forms, but catastrophe follows those who use knowledge as a means of tyrannical dominance…The fall is destined for those who break free of the status quo to move mountains of raw ideas, and create a new world for the others in this world besides themselves…Acceptance is the key to understanding properly, and the knife is a vicious point to make, knowing either will get you into hot water whether you want it or not…The gravity of the cycles makes it hard to feel real things, and though you can squeeze the life out of the moment, the glory lies in not waking up from the dark ever again…There are times when a hard soul becomes the call of the day, things get difficult if the defenses aren’t raised in time to access an outside world of strong sounds and smells, and the people around me are animals in their purest form to the bones…Craving a dark soul is worse than a hard one, dark souls are innately weak, and are tense and mysterious in their depth…Acceptance is the key to faking the results, and betraying all learning that has become as useless skin fallen off…Decisive are the hard souls which feed on the weak in their own ways, and a good many others are weak souls who look for death around every corner, to push the edge of an already overwhelmed social order…Standards have been thrown to the wolves, overnight it seems, and we are alone unto ourselves…The freakish dance in waves to music of humming roar of Dante’s inferno as gateway to the interior, where the masses progress towards a massive unification of force and motion into the “titanization” of humanity, and into the shape of alloys and artificial means to manipulating progress toward the end goal…Where are we going Here?…

Thanks, khet.