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the glass half empty or half full is disregarded as many elemental pieces are in the brewing of a Mystery as stage set like this becomes with all the archetypal heroes and villains chilling off somewhere between the status of gods and monsters floating in the ethers untouchable unless you know how to wield them as weapons against the people hurled by them that try to defeat the core power in humanity a driven wage after wage as another slave of skill-sets and experiences that overshadows what actual person is instead as yet another statistic or pattern to be interpreted by new age economists seeking out an opportunity in a will to a win, that fortuitous spin of favorable information that sometimes acting as mechanical pulley to be informed and as are many our sources now waving their standards just angled a slight bit differently than the rest with their roving armies of a punditry that pander to the most offensive as least common denomination that from this Mankind-made cess of suck stuck pooling each group gathering together feeding off of the stronger individuals first who have sacrificed themselves to provoke humanity toward an enlightened edge that our most blunted minds do not see, but as powers-that-be only stay that way so long as we obey swaying to a distracting consumer rebate in an offer that is always ending up for the debate between hypocritical interpreters versus the verses of hypothetical thinkers on either side of a determinant dispute fighting tooth and nail to keep what they believe owed to us through their miserly control of capital in whose familial fingers work into the system to create a bankrupture as a corrupted bloody stain perhaps as structured to impress upon those unable to wrangle the jargon themselves long enough to stay afloat justified before the tumult… tumbled by the cosmos swooning to lullaby nihilisms that soothe the beat of that savage ego as a roaming roving wild-eyed abandon seeking to fashion some winsome phrase that will incapsulate the motions of timESPace within the shining light beyond the material carcass we find difficult condemning inasmuch controlling, these best-of-the-bestial traits that shake our beliefs as it is a raw bath of awareness in which we breathe through this thick foggy atmos-fear as paranoid and pathetic in the copacetic aesthetic athletically leaping the bounds of a cagey heat blunder to plunder for this status as patients compete co-pathetic with little patience to survive this-or-that ordeal to peel back layers of memory catering to certainty no matter how ridiculous to perceive, but the drowning upon land makes us all wary of who the doomed are in ritual cycle of sequences moved to burn down or to boost up those who have managed to get Here from there as that galactic magnetic milk of the ages squirts on into these next voids to be filled with passive resistance fighting the decaying decoys ruling from on high too stoned to care about anyone else but themselves in the highest regard…

Thanks, khet.