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‘on time’ is the myth of a modern masochism replaying the repetition as though like competition tempted by an escape from this a gravity of associations and obligations made to constrain in magical mentions as the words are used to condemn as reflect what we see inside of other souls our cells as soul are power that is scared by vulnerability being defensive at any and all costs to protect that only inner child as hidden as it is rambunctious and juvenile fighting and resisting both tooth and nail at the stolid solid sold-out adult as an authority to indoctrinate the youth through a charming swoon as call and response to the troops, it is this way that the novelty breaks out of previous molds conforming us to what we are told in a style that is reminiscent upon the term ‘learned helplessness’ that you could say drives us to herd as like single-minded the pack of cattle squished together and crowded mewling in panic as the usual tragedy plays itself out to full detail the offense for the rest and the next to try climbing those golden rungs as ladder, or in an attempt try succeeding where the others have reached failure as a dead end for giving up on that greatest gift called life with no ideas for how to proceed when the judgments and condemning assumptions are warped consolation prizes that no one wants to cherish like some fundamentally ghoulish martyr out on a limb for their suspension of disbelief in trying to shit upon the realism and push it away as vanity undermining people’s sole freedom of choice by then reducing or subverting it into some other popular substitute… faith in the muse that varies our experiences Here is not always without its seams woven with the magic of an objective quality as it vaguely tries to pull destiny out of our density collectively while possessed outright by these objectionable presences that take the roles of police or presidents with a reptilian glare in those eyes disguised and an ironic smirk recycled as the whim loosed by too many obnoxious villains to destroy no matter the hollow cost, even when the price is highly coveted there is no reason for a loss of life as these beasts know not what they truly do when they try to please only themselves through a looting of the pillaged waste for whatever resource is left when what remains may not be worth the trouble to make as poisoning agent that corrupts the state of things as they are now Here caught in the middle of rapid currents sucking us down into the undertow as surges and waves, but it does’t really seem to be worthwhile to begin solving these popular puzzles passed around on grapevine gossip for some time as meanwhile this idle foolishness bedevils the ways in which we treat each other as though pigs and brutal dogs of war who view no reason why humans need to be free at all but instead need to be chained to the wheels of progress whether there are proper compensations or not for a sense of duty at the beck and call of all the masters we serve compelling us forward with their access to monies and technologies working…

Thanks, khet.