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how is that we have come to this when music is a freeing experience when enjoyed by those to whom admit to readily being lost in these motions as when that explosive tumult shakes loose the stiff little fingers timing the rest of this testing adaptation convinced that a conformity and domestication are the real reasons in living with lies extruded in a trauma as wounds formed from half-truths read from the biased eyes of personal acts spinning deceptive webs for a social trench warfare, music trends are proofs that all this life really is as swimming loops inside the mechanical fishbowl fed upon the flakes as they fall floating to the bottom wishes stuck to a token at a time as they are tossed down into a tumbling wage of chance spun round sacrificial artifice clinging so as to explain these trickle-down economics studied and whirled around by the dervish in our souls who is as the scholar in a scholastic fetish formed from learning without experience as when taught by our system to resist through blind ignorant and oft-times reluctant warding against of change, and the damage rides on our shoulders chipping away at polite veneers and sarcasm subtle as tension swivels and sways their chairs in rifts of casual directions as vapid intention let out to cash in on the next big ‘rhagic despoil that spills the blood upon foreign soils the banishing barter from land to another is sacrificial incentive to gain the oils and resources and wealth before any other can sweep in and claim what wasn’t rightfully theirs to beg a difference for wants of acceptance… distorted portions floating along as sewer debris of the modern world made mighty by the stakes of Mankind stained over time by the likes of human despotism taken to new heights by the establishment whose Man-age meant nothing really except cold and rotten woe pulled out of the poor and destitute masses yearning to be there feeling freedom more than analyzing those things as they reach their mature conclusions, whether that be within time or space or persons unknown throughout the fleeting moments of deliberation as this disorder rages just beyond the easy threshold of our doorways leading to the out there where nothing is as it seems to be put together this visceral puzzling system to which we give our everything even if we only vaguely realize the supposed details from which we are omitted intriguing us further under the secrets kept quiet like a silent shroud holding back our version of darkness seen by ourselves if only for short rounds of breath, but the death rattle looms ever nearer as the involving revolutions stay warring inside of reactive static certainties that wash out the others from the mind whom cannot take the heavy wait of this a manifest volume as vacuum forming the bonds tormenting the ones cursed as born into supplementing this attempt at life with the hopeful treasures of a next one if ever there is one to presume for we embrace the trivial as much as the living act that creates and detonates with direct action instead of a passionate aggression to move this organized mechanism further…

Thanks, khet.