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new Sicknesses.

it seems the smart thing might be to hole up inside of a bunker somewhere if you are going to spend the present thinking solely of the end… the next mutation has been beyond mind for quite some time now, but few can see a capacity for positive change as the profit weighs heavy on the capitalist pig mind, even the pinprick sale of safety becomes a weather issue of debate… the uninsured rider reading too much into his own fear of this driving thing deep inside of him, even with the wheels at hand there is the need to abstain for careful features into this vivisected mutant seer, but the pre-apocalypse is symptomatic of the bullshit kinetic lie pervading ‘Merica… the anti-brutality mindset, but much like the threatened wilderness creatures, we will kill those whom would see fit to invade either mental, physical or emotional battlegrounds… this drifting idea of bliss lasting forever and a day because of the resources we steal, visualize a diagram built upon the conceptual fantasy of ‘what-is’ as being representative of eternal, and realizing just how much feral intent resides behind the glare of the political liar’s lure… to move opinion of human mass into a potent spell of sedated witness, and inflict themselves as the thrilling bringers of swift vindication from humanity’s peril, when in real danger the signal may not spark in time to save oneself, and the faces become twisted with forms of abstract pain and grief… the breathing must stay regular in order for the ritual to work right, or perhaps it is better phrased as the way that you would want it… the capitalist quick strange drive on towards death with the corpus rictus… the bitter grin of ‘semiramis’ or ‘columbia’ or whatever the bitch in the harbor is really named… the masonic rites to get wiser and wicked in enriching gestures toward left or right hand paths, mimicking and mocking the real satisfaction of the power of the people, but instead working to increase the nasty and crippling edifices of the soul… the living enslavement to ideals of dollar value, with scales weighed heavily in favor of debt, and the years upon years of the takers’ grip of worldly thought, the only way to adapt to the playground of the strong… a cruel and defiant wild child, the natural world eats its young if they cannot survive the volcanic surface of the tormented moods that percolate to the barren land mass, and a sea in the distance where our toys have gotten a chance to poison the creatures underneath… we submit our world to the same penetrating sickness that we perpetrate upon each other, a materialistic reinforcement of humanity acting as a form of psychic police trying to weed out the lame and unwanted traits, and starting the process of imposing some kind of direct government/ corporate will upon the professional functioning units that capitalist dominance has applied to us all against our wishes… the chains that bind us work both ways, and the more we tug for our voices to be heard, the greater they need to pull back to keep things in whatever backward order the powers-that-be have these things at present… trying to build the cut-off for the instinctual, but there is no simple way to make humanity a group of soulless homunculi, the rebellion is seated deep within each of us… that part telling us to never give in, and some rarefied versions have the never give up quality as well…

Thanks, khet.