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no mad man is an island but more of a ship to be sunk by the qualities of human failings falling to land again with the fall of Man whose atrocious behavior has led to this one distinctive avenue to freedom as opposed to kingdom which is where we are now as i try defining this tense density put into words by a few hands of the many layered in this destiny guided by the ideals of a sordid collective as a humanity absorbed in these emotions and dramatic outpouring making our chores of keeping it together much more difficult a task when applied to creating anything better, as sheltered legions paying their allegiance to a bigger or a better dollar to afford the total security and privacy that our culture shoots urgent into us with capitalist fervor frenzied and foaming to check out the real people behind these mighty eyes into whose comfort zone apocalypses designed to appeal to more savage inclinations in perhaps requiring many caretakers for the long run of whatever this simple life is even though of none of this can we be so absolutely certain as when the curtain drops all sets could change again, and is nothing we do can stop these alterations as they are made and manufactured into place by the rest of thees thieves who are we stealing any and all time away from these childish creatures we were born as in Here a hall of illusions and riddles and mirrors perpetually moving that stalls our progressions forward in wondering what we can do as an attempt to try changing the patterns to our advantage instead of to our detriment as of slowly dying off in calcification created by the system that raised us… persuading someone with aspects of a mob mentality that leads real social networking off the rails to desert the reign supreme upon solipsistic control craving a total whole to absorb and consume by virtue of this existence where the wild things are now wandering around hunting or as being hunted by a system whose instincts are lacking any of the single-minded entity as suspicious of activity among the many-headed hydra of humanity, a privileged effect of ego consciousness to want constantly winning out against whatever the lesser traits of a designed human individuation destined with dualistic subroutines to utilize all of the urges the animal can glean from itself and all of its’ peoples whether as isolated and astray from the herd of human contact in reflective periods of emotional feedback, or somehow a remembering the memories and experiences from gathered lives as an ever-expanding tree of life grows beyond those dreams and fetters of materialism now substituting a maternal instinct to care for each other as parts of the greater unit relying on the group to create a sensation of gathered loving attention both compassionate and inclusive of how everyone is there to take the ride for all it is worth even when casualties mount building up funerary mounds further filled out with all our ancient lives…

Thanks, khet.