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there is a danger in relating oneself to another, a defiance of spirit attempting to order our lives amid a reckless segment of the populace interwoven with those decent and courteous longings within a humanity, but it is how these worlds collide that makes the difference between oblivious collaboration and ideas of compassionate compromise… as smoking can be one of those outcast habits taken for granted Here in this day and age as decay and slave wages leading the dreams of another day astray addicted to a pain as a need that will not relent for anything but curious for the new as it estranges the old as popular intrusive trends move through societies like sickness trying in vain to redeem those qualities thought lost or useless and toxic as a cosmic recycling program denoted by sages passed, out and over with the immortal of vernacular in words become as coins dripping from the golden lips of the goosed flesh of national debt creating a tension in our midst with heads full of ideas and no one to listen without the filter of a judgment to really listen to each of us explain our truth to one another as we are dying to truly release or express ourselves madly and deeply, but embedded inside the twin exotic wildernesses of imagination and curiosity change us all into other beings entirely as each activating to tackle the world’s problems their own way as the collective connection allows per person each this unique and varying attempt at a better understanding of a universe surrounding us with the paralyzing luxuries as much of the poisonous duties go to the ones working deserted fields to scrape by with very little in this life… trendy bed-wetters setting up the crybabies against each other in the high stakes drama of the doomed and their baggage of a self-destructive consequence as hostages broken down into little camps of this or that attitude of authority as the contemptuous temptations to corrupt powerful contemporaries by a devout cult or default following dismantle status while decrying real equality and freedom, in procrastination as fear and propaganda take ahold washing our brains closed to choking on meta-manmade debris littered within all the small nooks and crannies of our hearts and stars and the lucky charms of this realm mass-produced upon a false demand fed into us early as kids as commercial-industrial adaptation during a childhood forsaking none the wiser, but there are few humans who intuit that we are a far smaller and more finite creature than most of us would choose to be cognizant of in even hindsight as many take the easy opportunities for vain glories with eyes slightly narrowed slits for the potential prize at the end of an illusory tunnel vision that prevents our higher faculty from the functional autonomy as a trait idolized within the system, in stasis we are receiving the waves of change transmitting away the cruel hostilities but does it really feel like you’re breathing in Here?…

Thanks, khet.