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Manifestations of Fragmented Visions

the spirits get volatile and violent when not expressed how they wish to be, and begin to confuse and disassemble the serious faces of the human animal as they try to worm their way into knowing one another intimately, spirits surround and envelope us in all we do because we are spiritual pieces of the overall picture as well trying our best not to lose the integrity we came Here with… the bullshit corners people find themselves stuck beside along with the idea that they deserve this rut is completely without merit or reason for being this way, we could talk endlessly about the purging of the system and its members seeking out perceived justices that have nothing to do with the agenda of being human and preserving ourselves against the onslaught of bureaucracy that would choke us to death with amounts of the appropriate paperwork to fill out, and it is that we have blindness for minds as we allow a futile jump to conclusions occuring inside of our heads where worth and value become two separate flavors to idealize among the herd as the pasture grows thick with bodies over time as time comes… the degenerates play their last bets as safely as can be for the careless trying desperately to beat all fatal odds that dispense with the favors, going straight to the dark heart of social engineering and opportunism that trumps all other ideas of the big win by competitors who thought they knew better than the stupid mistakes, but this remains untruth used as a golden and most invaluable of obstacles utilized to knock others out of the race who survive and overcome against all odds because others were meant to play vital roles in the elimination of the walking tumors who gesture and get a people to do as their elite cronies choose for them to move… the timing is most telling system that eventually triggers even all possible outcomes whose time has not yet come are represented Here though in forms much different to their finished production, this glossy and polished coprolalia (shit-talking) acts as a propaganda that severs the mutual instinct of compassion from the personal human brain that requires love and affection in order to maintain a positive hold in a world with a hidden emotional agenda at stake, but not everyone understands any of those ideas now which i am fine with as narrator to my own quizzical relationships to things that may or may not exist because everyone is on their own quest for something whose gravity pulls in the one person at a time as the artist working in stone carves away at the form to create the masterpiece that immortalizes the work… a magical Mobius strip rotating as the lazy crazy eights spinning to make up the filament strands of vibrating fiber strung together like spiritual netting catching the effigies willing to burn for their transgressions in the unstable real world setting, a tiny potent engine that pulses and rotates the angles into another range of possibilities while the larger cosmos acts as a kind of staging for other sequences which remain as unseen as probability allows to the “naked” eye of a condensed reality, and we won’t see the ‘aliens’ clearly for sometime to come because we are so hampered by the literal mind forcing interpretations to show themselves to reveal the gears which turn somewhere at the bottom of this gravity well of condensed vibration as particles mimicking a consciousness made solid through the eventuality that allows for these images and words to dance across the screen holographic in a perfect order as your brain might see them… distant words from the ones you are thinking have now plundered the seizure which in this epileptic culture shakes and quakes those asleep and soon dreaming into fitful waking strips of time and place not knowing what to do until they do it, and second guessing themselves all the way to the bank where debt lives again in service to those who have dissociated compassion from the states of decomposition the human individual will endure between the cradle and the grave, a slow crawl that pain and ache are of trivial significance for the sake of a profitable coldness and artificial subsistency which only allays the temporary concerns of a naturally emotional human which lends a hypocritical tendency toward these workaholic hollow cost survivors forcing themselves to move like an objective Man…

Thanks, khet.