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Laboured daze.

it is so amazing how much time and effort has been put into creating these great pauses in the working calendar for all the stiff necks who actually do things to make a living Here, cheap holidays where people are allowed to focus on all their own problems instead of those that are made by the money demons holding paychecks over our heads like carrots, but a temporary respite is all welcomed by more than a few of us as the labored motions quickly turn abortive at the home in place of working to get paid… and what there is to say something the same as everyone else with the same droning voice so no one will notice how obnoxious i can really be, but to try retaining a visceral representation of soul that will not betray those projected lines that fill and fill and fill again the same displays, the vampiric disposal of spirit rejected by the hands of warped humanity’s plans on the fires as another sacrificial lamb to eat the face on demand… all the energy drained before i even begin to clean house and home as a priority function of the godless whole in fear of life as much as any other strange activity outside this gravity, we can find ourselves clinging to a plastic surface as though it is like a life preserver that saves us Here dinging like a buoy out in the middle of nowhere, but anywhere can be special if one tries decides to put the pieces into place… the unfortunate are those who cannot defy their cage as though it triggers strange nightmares that eat the soul’s truth for some bizarre death wish that takes our time in surges and waves as a spiral graces the caves with its sunlight rave in present collapsing naive sprays, and words with nerves lash against the brave with stinging sudden rays, the dark soul of the neanderthal struck dead… but they still live on in my mind, you see, through the graphical limitations of your mind’s eye as i tread this vast distance… the ghost in brain matter undead… my mind is now your mind, though you still do as you wish i am always there now, and you can temporarily rid me of this link though sometimes they do come back… as though this place were perhaps any better than the next planar evolution, as the other lives might find ourselves drifting off further like balloons, or aeroplanes where we would be taking off otherwise into another distorted thought… sometimes the need outweigh the summons that calls forth those forces that try to work for the good themselves upon the face of the fascist regime that cannot die as true evil lives forever, whereas the truly good die young before their karma can be sullied by this vapid existence, but this is only opinion isn’t it after all… the dreams of an active multitude are syncing potential realities sitting on the brink of this fetish nowhere known anywhere else in particular, the fall of pressing hammer authority as it drives its nails into the normal slaves mad and screaming into the night, but always on the brink of survival or death in an age where ruin is close competition for being the tenth wonder among other plausible horrors of a pre-apocalypse stage… a sleepy mind glosses over the facts that attracts the dissonant cries of strange and nameless ideas moving beyond shadow and light buried within the mind’s eye somewhere deep beyond the wall of sleep, a glimmer of defiled and larcenous memory harsh in the mindset that projects the psychic finds move as though to rewind, but this life is never so kind as that which perhaps it would please you for it to be… a stagnant wash of rear entry from an entity that clowns you into somehow believing in the games it plays with that glinting mineral alive around your throat, a voice that requires a living mind to be able to manifest its glories through you, but there is hope for the chosen few who have no wont to be Here among the souls of sacrificial device like the crock or the kludge that this reality has tried to derive from that aware and awake spiritual whole that lives inside each and every one of us at some point, unless we give it up or sell it short, but these are our options…

Thanks, khet.