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Ectonomic rhetoric for an ectomorphic symbol….

the screeching of the weasels and the cries of the carrots echo down in the park this jungle has become drumming as much free basing off of the fear ruling the streets to make the consequences more distinct to those who refuse to pay attention even though they realize the hollow highs costing us our space and time if we waste too much of it to then become just another lesson to be recorded to teach the hoarders to confess their syntax with languages so late they are deceased or believed to be that way oppressed as dead “men” have no tails or threads used in a long drawn out series of threats as solely benefits anyone adapted and dying to take advantage of the greater collective hard-pressed to commit to a better future in easy-made instructions written for all even the thumbless to acknowledge in an unspoken rule or gambit bitter against the common sense loosing change in the streets of chaos and corridors the monarchs bitch and moan the have it their way more done than well done with synthetic balefires used to quicken our foods and depolarize the magic inherent in the culinary arts as alchemy as it became the chemistry that we are what we eat, and digest with certainty absorbed beyond and into our stressed existences over which the fret into concern ourselves with generic genetics that stick to us as a vast basis for our traits and skills always organic biologics basking in the sunlight and the syndromes of secular and special interests that occur to some as religious faithful hopeless souls of acknowledged preexisting conditions sending out signals throughout this physical gist just vital as is the schist of stones and the ores of metals managed vibrations into the mineral spheres of attempted atomic weight and peril of placing values into condensed and compressed formats of strength and resilience in the age that tramples freedoms and rights left to the people carving chaos out of the goals of others who lay upon their supine prides packs and tribes of integrity and compliment of lies lined with terrible sources taken out through the mouth as voice of god let out to reinforce ones attitude in favor reassuring the living structure from conscious efforts to maintain a stasis of awareness as though other’s words themselves were so matter-of-fact as to pierce through as much fog as any kind of frustrating shrapnel schlossing the alien analysis paralysis edging fairly top close to the surface of a mind “knocked off the rails” when our perceptions do warp just enough to bridge the small threshold of this conceptual sanity and the ‘bewilderness’ of the hatched cracked plans genetically-wired into each quantified a chicken head rush running reckless in amok as panic of gravity’s killing game picking one part per person at a time in further testing the same empirical proofs out of radical traditional themes locked upon the ‘galactic-cos-mockle thrilling murder kult’ joke choking on our bitter diet of processed fears and hardwired guilt and shameful matters mates not as normal as much malign against the heat and fury spun far too out of control to defend, never a dreaded dead-end nightmare with collateral damage raining to rise from the impact and accumulation starting in those gutter filled with the sounds of silence violence and a sweaty impression of being watched though all we see is emptiness building up with technology’s disposal-based versions of advancement superficial and corrosive as opposed to these natural martial scars left when doctors removed our placental cap straight from the womb without realizing the tick of the inevitable death clock for whom the bells of a programmed alarm toll for thee… though this too seems quick and brutal to tolerate this “time being” as we continue to do everything for it without certainty of a demigod made from a dimensional quality that supersedes each of our localized individual perspectives caught up with digestions of directives and patterns for which we are the omnivorous “beast” collectively swallowing faster than it can chews sometimes leaving few clues to follow the frightening mystery that unfolds slowly with great caution as paranoia is still seeping septic into the toxic cesspool where our genetics mutate while mutilating those souls naive enough as they unwisely separate from the protection of the group, but with recent changes in the elements and social climate as the freedom of choice further branches onto tangents of myth and legend giving some who interpret the map guides to direct the future by respecting the even the sinister cycle of progress clashing with other variables as in this seen from somewhere outside time without the author speaking having any more idea what those “forgotten ones” might appear as if not as Lovecraft had written them as well, of course i find my own journey compelled by interests that become trivial through the other outside myself Here the everyone i cannot be while within this pointed singularity as a witness the only one once the supermassive black hole which my consciousness exists transmits through pops…

Thanks, khet.