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Like life mechanical.

mechanical function emulating the performance of organic wisdom, the layers frozen in amber as the slides are shined through by that creative light into the dark vast plateaus and valleys, and the hologram becomes real weight in a strange world filled with varied degrees of influence… from the intrinsic patterns that work too quickly to even see, to the intangible spaces that encompass volumes of space which we have defined as air, or the sound echoing between the ears that stirs those epic emotional maelstroms manifested as physical battles eroding that wall of polite correctness down… we are the forgotten missteps of the last few centuries, and no one wants to inform us of the proper ways to be… there are vapor trails that will lead to the next echelon, but where are the people to make those things happen, unless we really just need to look to ourselves to make this shit work right the first time… the movements seems so robotic and uniformed that rebellion is the only choice to getting away from the stupidity loop that surrounds our crazy culture, fifty million times a day we all fuck up, and my skin crawls every single time i make a mistake, creating a vacuum in anticipation of the next mistake somewhere in the back of my mind, intimidated by my crap-abiding personality… a fever pitch of dissatisfaction, and where am i in all of this?… certainly no linchpin am i, to the dead mind’s eye lurking somewhere in the dark of the conscious animal, no more nerves that aren’t transitioned to sensitive wiring made to detect the harsh patter between people… the bologna of bullshit too much to fathom Here… where is the beef when no one cares to devour it?… what chance have we got to make this place how we require it to be when everyone seems to concentrate most on maintaining this ‘glory’?… a faking viral antagonism that keeps the morons on the edge of their seats while the people who actually take care of the mess are not given the credit they deserve… i still feel responsible for my share of the guilt…

Thanks, khet.