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Machine that kills our dreams.

today is the next step, i suppose… now i find that i must take a more positive view of my responsibility as a human being, and it takes a strong willingness on my part to endure whatever trials and torments come my way, to chronicle the rest of these impairments in certainty that i find Here… displaced by the social machine that bears no responsibility for my birth any more than a corporation would bear the responsibility for killing off the life on earth, the impact would just flow gradually over the rest of us, and leave the makers untouched in the worst case… the only thing that can be felt without the taint of the corporate terror-stocracy is the person’s own thoughts, which even the manipulators can figure a way around by subtly supplanting the things we see around us into a surreal sense of hopelessness… our environment becomes this alien landscape where cities seem central to commerce of conformity, where we all begin to be dissected in the demographic anthropomorphizing that other cultures suffer at the hands of the ‘takers’, and where all the people are trained into imbecility against any free wishes they might otherwise have… all because this machine needs to work so smoothly and sleekly so the shine never wears off… with its nuclear family engines humming away at work or whatever duty happens to be on the plate for that day, to be devoured with total satisfaction and good night’s sleep at the end, and then start your process all over again… with everybody moving at the same high rate of efficiency, it is very selective when other people run into each other and form attachments, and this is because the system makes certain that its citizens are to stay within the boundaries of its greater filtration control… somehow the general law forms a basic moral maze from which no one ever gets out alive, unless the law of exception occupies your time Here represented by the ‘B’ influences, and you can get away through their symbolic ingestion… allowing yourself a complete change of perspective, which might relate to a change in direction, or even where life takes you in your quest for a personal discovery out of living at all… the lessons float everywhere waiting for the kinetic process of creation to form the solid from pure thought… you can’t get away, no matter how hard you push against the walls, and the machine eats your organic emotional projections like dreams… through phases negative we find a temporary respite in the din of noise and haste, Here we must weather the storm with a positive energy that creative minds must think alike, and soon enough we meet one at a time in this mass cacophony… swirling past the risks, i think i see you…

Thanks, khet.