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Loosing the Decomposure

logging the hours as they pass in obscure insecurity ego’s eccentricity while people are sick and dying all along certainly wondering at various points when i will be next to feel the weight of the disease chewing through society disguised as the harmony along few circuits on the way to clearing the congestion that inhabits this clustered crazy humane dispersed as living cloud panicking in the streets while the worst of us own the streets and their sitting buildings, and they only let in the stray handfuls passing back and forth in-between work place and fun time in the out there beyond self and streets in experience as it can only be imagined until one makes the final leap over there themselves into the pool of the somewhat more successfully “swimming” turds as equals stuck in this harness working harder than the last person until one learns the lesson that breaks the sky open allowing the peon to access the higher levels to a bureaucracy of sheltering impotence as has successfully ensnared the people for indeed multiple seasons in a row, the reforms and economic debate becoming jokes all the rage within properly-assigned political arenas for the public even in light of the rampant corruption from top down inside those hidden pockets of community recycling as though we were a part of some failed eugenics experiments becoming an argument too great to ignore as we picket in the lines looking for a truth that will work for everyone most of the time… trying to put as many of the pieces in the out there to allow those now able to see the puzzle to be further able to put the pieces together coherently to in fact create a harmonious society that can easily communicate with in itself, without the chaos of corruption and deceit or that is the ideal though i doubt any time soon this will be the case beyond idealization over the current lust for fiction as if it were the next revelations and biblical prophesy to be had and believed into assuming one knows another person’s mind which to a certain extent is limited on individual perspective being made out of so many other individual models on perspective at once on a subliminal level, and almost on this most apparent side of the living mirror as that crawls to life from a primordial state holding the person guilty and enthralled to cycles of pain and conflicting emotions within the system made up of all these odd timings of various turning screws which also happens to blur the lines between who appears on top of the pyramid scheme and where the middle transforms into that upward mobility that begins materializing with the faux money in hand… a conscious decision or minion under other subtler commands like some fine motor intelligence repurposed for extravagant privilege in the freedom of movements, the hostile picking apart with criticism at what the ‘IT’ is that this machinery lacks from becoming a living whole in a retarded collective of urges on loan from the higher organisms that eat and feed on the soul watching with glued eyes as the human drama unfolds from life to life to change the bizarre ways of Mankind into a humanity worth developing further along the cosmic chain of events in time-honored traditions of the past, but legions open on the fringe hope that some slip or miss will occur to make the confidence loosen the skin bounded on bones with as limber hearts and muscles and tone can be aging the souls to shortened wavelengths all trying vying for the temporary power to stay young forever in this domesticated human shell as it is well on its way to losing everything else about itself… the new wave is always just another way of saying the falling away of dead skin from the body that are far too tiny to notice even out of the corners of our eyes, we only see what we want to ever believe we wanted to see to begin with trained images behind our eyes in a primal slide projected into our consciousness that does not resemble anything as human or functional as a personality, and it is this voice we cast aside with hatred hanging over its mischief and its pranking denouncing justice for the livid stranger going both ways exploring the perilous maze as magical engineer able to curse and lever instrumental whatever systems hold the attention firm and most stable enough to make shift that which remains unchanged for thousands of years yet it switches at an instant because we do not relent in the attempt of calcifying our world to the idea of speculative righteous ways of Man to beat and conquer those lesser than him… in an excited reasoning, feel the pushing of data caches to the natural end…

Thanks, khet.