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Neutral meat.

dilated pupils, poked and prodded into place by an ephemeral wave of distress that drifts over to us by disposable democratic regime, but the blame falls onto one’s own shoulders with the weight of a thousand times disgrace… inactive as a passive butt plug into the rectal cavity rotted out and decayed by society’s dandy sweet tooth, we are the mentally challenged at large and in charge of the rest of this fecal soulless spew, but what crawls down the pipeline without first having trekked through some dark personal terrain inside the depths of oneself?… that is the poop chute for you, a channel of the darkest humors to try posing at human projection, and a common example of the shittiest of us trying to imitate the actual human beings in place Here… the psychotic of the monkeys learn of some way to come to power even if placed in the context of a brutal harmony between those so cleverly disguised, this is a temporary respite between such carnivorous and cannibalistic sources of personal strength that divide into tribes and families naturally, and they seem to separate in order to hone in on an individual ideal of comfortability in urge to supplement support and stability at the root of the proposed family tree… genetic information mutates as the people adapt to changes in the physical environment, we are still working through an animal vessel no matter how synonymous with the being of human this beast has become to represent the experience of humanity, and it is this bland acceptance that has dragged out the debates begun timeless eons ago with some of our first philosophers pondering upon the questionable place of ego humanity in this cosmos without answer… we might see that the shifting almost mechanical are patterns at work in the vast everything that is, but we are few numbered to truly foresee the advance without bearing down right upon this next step in our recreation, the rest and relaxation being merely a pause on the way to active inclusion in the world’s events… i do feel detached toward some elemental shift in perception that is revealing esoteric details hidden to eyes that refuse to see the truth like jewels blinking brightly from the depths of the vast consciousness before us, i confess my ignorance put forward like an assumed posture of importance and pomp, but i am not a guru nor an authority on anything but the self i appear to be participating with as now… following the freak out that most individuals have to make in accordance with the pushing past of the boundaries of the nothingness that surrounds and inundates to the core of our being, the pulse of this mortal fever is so strong that it creates a force as emotional gravity pulling others from their relative cores into the larger grounding idea or concept, and this is revealed in many of the patterns Here as they swirl together in the resonant bliss of the life cycle… but is this bliss?… is this what is revealed to us through the distortion caused by fundamental suffering and painfully-enforced losses by the one true god?… or can the reason for our throughly psychotic way of being be traced back to the any essence that wants us to refer to it as god, what some might call the demiurge of legend and myth of a spiritual nature, and wanting only to speak personally with us to interact and direct our progression through the ages asking only for humble praise in worship?… is this even an accurate portrait of a creator being, of a consciousness nonetheless distinct in its entirety, or are we like cattle made to think we are special by an illusion of consciousness sparked by chemical compounds adrift within the human form as various animal composites and miracle components waiting to be retrieved by the right pair of hands to get the job done the first time?… so many questions, and yet too many questions exaggerate the position of probable cause among the so many of these diverse presences that humanity has splayed forth like branches of the same family tree revealed to provide information to future generations about the roots of their history, showing us all where our silly behaviors have stemmed from…

Thanks, khet.