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gimme no Lip.

it is as though we had to be Here, in order to repeat the lesson until it gets through the meat and human tissue correctly, but that may also require being reborn into a few different bodies and lifetimes before reaching a final destination somewhere deep… the floating mote of consciousness comes to reside within the newly-born infant human, the mating ritual managed as a primordial streak running through the genesis of human capacity to correctly assume things, and i feel as though the runty little faggoty understudy for all this information clogging our brainwash teased and strayed away by the small-minded others trampling on this thing-that-feels… to understand with all our colloquial methods what abhorrent manners manipulated into being together trapped in pace with one another in a race that seems to start and stutter at random intervals as we tolerate this in the name of the chase, another displaced act of “mercy” from a faceless lord over the tiniest decisions and indiscretions that only one being can carry through when all around feels as oppressive from deceit and mistrust in the dirty pocket of humanity, and respect is well-earned by anyone that can handle the burns from these ropes as they are used to bind and gag that single cloud of happiness you were riding to show you this… the cruel world in all its tasteless travesty has donated a short piece of this congealed continuum to participate within as you wish, but the forces at work inside the bubble are mad and many faced as they join in similar struggle through this massive plateau we seem to have been dropped off upon, where the various agents in motion parallel with each other are carving out this holographic universe into a particular direction that stuns and amazes some of the rest of us into silence… the greatest of experiments left yet to be decided whether there is an end in sight or not, we have not explained too much of our destiny for our various selves while Here, but we need not just idly play the game like every other casual observer sitting in wait of opportunity at every turn… near to a drooling frenzy as though doggedly eying the turnstiles for the opening that we are offered once it is offered, and some of us are waiting on this indefinitely until there is an absolute end to this, success is never known as being easily assailed by every good idea out there… sometimes the retarded have the most focused and intelligent of simple ideas, but we try our damnedest to superimpose a distorted perception of complexity on society to deliberately confuse and bewilder the bystanders everywhere, to shift them all like herds and mass or volume without mind or perception not real perception anyways… this has been the guiding “light” for campaigns that market and advertise as this is a warfare out of fanfare that defies accurate description until after the facts have all been laid out in a proper order, a commanding order that people go into exile for refuting to be lead to death or savage mistreatment, but the choice is always ours to defy this savage general law imposed to control and molest a species to garner the ultimate efficiency from the animals native to this planet as they watch us morph and warp shape… the rustic pioneer plane that sucks us through each one at a time to get a real feel for each of the individuals and their diversity at large as more of the testing ground opens up to them with every lesson learned in spite of failure, catering to an outlook that seems transfixed upon the vision of the outside, but is truly absorbed into the place untouchable from an internal center where soul is held free yet not objective… a casual apocalypso begins…

Thanks, khet.