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dismantle the Literal.

as we pass through the cthonic layers to our destiny beyond life and into death, the collapse of what the known world that has been built to be Here throughout our lives takes place, and the matrix of memories and experiences that we were as a human being alive in the external abundance shards off and into the next aspect of self required by these shapes we stand beholden to as humans… we are still going to escape even if we DO have a fourth grade reading level as these are only requirements on the “surface” of the cyclic existence raising buildings as easily as razing whole civilizations in the immediate wake of progress and atrophy, and yet what of drifting appeals for the abstracted that remain Here when all else seems lost and swept away by the sovereign debt which now overshadows the helpful imagery of humanity as meeting its goals, trained to defend the wrong rights by local government programming centers for public education that we allow children to endure as they are publicly humiliated on display to so-called peers who only fit into the same generational gap that march faceless into the next millennium with faith standing before the leaders because of the real and all-too-human fear of failure that makes the social sensibilities within all of us turn humans wicked… as it remains to be seen that the literal translation of politics and religion have cracked the lazy visionaries into manifesting the next best reality that doesn’t have to come to infect another person’s peaceful contented bliss with memes of hatred and harsh tones in rebuke at any passed or perceived slight that appears when push turns to terrorism, and another willful label made to hold the conceptual in place while the bulk of the rest of it turns on its ear hearing nothing but spin of media from everyone as well creating the bedrock of the individual’s personal state of unrest in this united and openly-stated front that reveals the layers of bullshit found intrinsic-but-faulty in the old logic of this dis-order manifested by humanity’s lust for the likeness not reality of life, we condone our own self-destruction when we allow for other’s mistakes to rule over us as a whole made of minds and bodies willing to do whatever it takes to get things done however we see fit… some of us see the costs as they present themselves bidding us to do well by our ancestor forms which held sway in the realm of humanity before this self as conscious presence now, we are sanctuary spirits submersed in the vector that meets the infamous crossed hairs of the hunter when this creature tries to bait and cull us out of the protection of our own sanctity allowing for the indefensible posture so easily equated with a sacrificial seasoning to make the universe right when all else seems the oblivious untruth squirting pleasantries into our respective faces like feces flung far for some adverse effect in the midst of taking things farther than the debate needs to get, and sometimes this is the level direction it needs to go in breaking through some of the ignorant walls that were built to close the stupid into their place instead of roaming free like true wild life… we are roaming throughout the terrain without any leaders that serve a purpose that allowing for the empty authority to use the term ‘leader’ as a total directive to tame a people that eventually grow indifferent to the razorblade hands trimming like a gardener for the topiaries of the flesh as the certain pieces of past incarnations as selves creeping, crawling are falling further down through the layered foliage and branches as the species collectively reaches for the fruit of knowledge that requires compressing concentration and patience, but are not limited to the scraping shaping raw power of government taking our minds away from us in new and intriguing ways in order to dispose of the creative spark that destroys the human part into a stain made from the process of liquidation this strained human potion making ludicrous the growing cycle as we see real nature all around us yet leading us into another stunned rabbit hole trying to defeat our worst nemesis… ourselves… hostile strategies drain us of our ability to actually see what is in front of our eyes, self discipline is a source from within that guides through the building and managing the consistent reworking of ideas and their relative positions to each other is one exercise that will grant strength in times of need, but few are given the clarity by their inner connection to nature to envision what that strength would feel like and thus guide the power to transparent action supporting civic resistance to oppressive authorities that maintain silent menace as able…

Thanks, khet.