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smokescreen of the aMerikan dream.

we need a poetic leader… someone who can take this cage of bars and stars away from us, but the savior myth is no longer the most valid means to defile humanity with so-called religious fervor locked into denominated boxes which fit their individual brands of doom and cheer, so vibrant to point out the fear as it reigns outside us while pointing to the cross or other affixed symbol of zeal that makes fates sealed… the dictated overwhelming appeal as handed down to us like all the best fiction ever will be, empty for a core hollowed out and filled with bleaching liquid shallow swill as applied to sensitive brain tissues, and the softer parts that are more organic decay first as the sludge we are fed eats up what little time we’re allowed to express ourselves in such manners that polite etiquette dictate it move this way… the destructive feces laid like gold upon our heads is we crown the royal glories of Man instead of human to sway a ballot so more rights can be taken away from those who will need them the most, we are people united of instinct and almost of the hunt-and-peck type dread that makes others cringe in wonder how the rest of this could be written at all, but this is not the point at all instead arriving at distraction ourselves as we see the reality before our eyes and mentally eviscerate the resemblance that hits our distaste button… we incinerate the incredible world around us, tearing down what cannot grow back so easily while at the same time reproducing more and more into oblivion as the mass sacrifice becomes greater and greater when those dead inside believe they have won, but the human crush lusting freedom cannot escape the thirsty causes erupting from destructive leisure initiating the productions of the subdued thrills to pull the violently degraded wool over half a millennium’s generations of lies coming together at once to trap a derogatory fetish for the inexplicable disguises…. the crashing predicament that falls like a fetid rain from the higher heavens busting out the acidic territorial nature before humanity’s reign has been snuffed from the squared existence now come cubed, the blunt lies slip in early enough among the hard workers that naturally try to save what they earn as they are forgiven nothing from within this odd and slowly rotting jail cell for some, but what could be helped after generations of mistakes made subtle and acceptable with a brutal behavior somehow playing obstacle at least in this modern day… a debt entitled to us all as much as that we have paid into to get the right players into office, and sometimes one has to play the idiot in order to be told what needs to be said, even though no stray social trickery is ever foolproof to this day… the human mind never plays those kinds of games without some predefined reasoning that makes everything seem okay with second draft for escape however that works, maybe some kind of optical trick of fate that strikes at the most specific of deliberate points in time pushing the non-violent to move or kill as the species would dictate to its denizens Here under guard, and always these psychic repercussions to be heard through the rippling echoes as the displacement of the future becomes the present day in modern timeline reality… some masculine energies seem to work on differing levels to alter displacement of all energies, seeming to drag the humanity down to a further askew microcosmic detail while the feminine aspect expands the intention of energy to its farthest realms beyond, and parallel with imagination is this Muse in transit given life through BE-com-ING something else altogether to confuse and amaze all bystanders in witness where there was no audience previous to this modern state of the art of the televised lies and leisure Here… we all find a “dragon” somewhere that frightens and excites us to learn more that first does not appear at the surface, but implies that there is always something more beyond the visual threshold that rhetoric and stinging actions cannot scare us away from any place we can belong, thus sometimes the person tames and understands more about themselves through their pet “dragon” deep inside…

Thanks, khet.