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…critical subLiminal…

…interpretations varied between viewers as the audience amuses themselves in a variety of ways that save draft copies of good experiences catalogued in that holiest of vaunted memory banks to be archived into the digital where binary data holds each detail tightly in its grip as defenses against information loss even if the personal is cherished but only temporal exponents diffuse in the ephemeral presence of essence though not essential for creating such vague things as this considered poetry try again because these items do not emerge fully comprehended and found relying instead on cheap gimmicks explained through clenched jaws, interpreting through critical lenses not creative senses that don’t mesh well with other projections as though pulling folks to plow through fertile fields harnessing our direct energy as individuals feeling put upon by choices the person must make themselves or when forces can successfully align in controlling pursuit of people soon to amass and deceive multiples of billions as generations continue emerging from this rotten cesspool of dimensional shifts heathen earth meat contained for that briefest of moments when definition defies clarity or valid explanations for excuses whose vapid choices get murky and corrupted by damage, when you’re nowhere you are now Here where psychic wounds do not simply heal but require the effort on the part of those damaged to adapt and make themselves stronger in a way localized truly for them alone because ours is a naturally communal yet separate living challenge to be undertaken no matter the person to finally step into the arena revealing a pathway needing to acquire a purpose or meaning deeper than the superficial layers that appear to support being though activate no substantial guidance towards some kind of self-actualization and wanting to feel some sense of accomplishment somehow… bleeding these words from gems into jewels useful as tools or to trade in for your revelry of slander and rebelling against whatever benefit of social structure has yet to spin whole from the gossamer that sits with us unseen untouched as spirited discussions about the edifice and artifice of our current situation preceding others as gilded ages wane in the oblivious sideshow attempts at conquering and reclamation by all those useful and compulsive fools who clear the way through nature of the subtle yet sincere darkness Here compelling us forward without regard for the respect or feelings of others, what demons we are when first converging out of the ephemeral potential that lies within us as organic creatures reproducing so casually as to cause chaos because nature wills it to be so without our direct and active participation outrageous to think on a primal animal level we are merely pawns puppets and people constantly looped into overreaction time and again too often defining our character by the rhythmic routines that carry us from waking life to dreams and back through the machines another apparatus moving us like avatars sorting us out better than we command them to do, in a world consumed by hordes of postmodernists who post almost endlessly about who they are and what they do that it’s supersaturating the medium and the media to the point of overstimulating general populations without thinking twice because profit margins are the real prophetic forces held highest in regard for this domination by achieving a conceptual world economy as real time artifact of ingenuity and humans coming together Here for shared purpose of innovations fraught with conjecture on all sides acting as god in their own images much as a sphincter giving way to pressure of what’s to be unleashed from the oxen yoke…

thanks, khet_:/