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i cannot feel you because i am dead Here where the voices echo loud and indirect whether inside the head amplified by a desensitized seething from within or through the suppressed quiet in silence that moves the notes from place to place in music forcing things unseen into a motion that which lies behind these puzzling facades made flesh and bone real through those miracles among us which spill out onto the surfaces dreaming and perilous taking away what is not set capable for some kind of adaptation, i am lazy to the juvenile core that eats and breathes and shits these few options we are given to slowly become aware to our senses in the stew that unfolds and upholds a standardized bullshit as truth when given a chance at ease of least resistance as proof proving nothing but how to be obtuse and obnoxious in expressive faults as expensive a righteousness made boldest and intrusive in abusing the exclusive rights of the few to dispose of the many in great heaping gulps of betrayal, but the ignorance runs deep in our individual solutions to reality as authority an adaptation to these playing of games making us insanely jealous of those who have excelled beyond a whatever we may consider our present state of affairs using again and again the word ‘unfair’ to describe those actions used against us whether we may observe to deserve that medicine or not often times sedated into a complacency that compels no one any further than the where they are Now… as time passes me i realize i ain’t no tourist in this place that eats children by sucking their souls into the material to test and retrain those who might refrain from participating as everyone sooner or later becomes a participant occupying to reconfigure their smallest cells as the DNA and RNA rival and ripple the information in various states of acceptance as a microcosmic bartering exchange that you would miss if you blinked, a peace of ourselves reaching to feel where we are on the chained link string of events we are just as bound to as the rest without the mercy to step away and reassess the situation as it would be many revolutions before any return to the start of this sorry game offensive as though if only this were the same scenario that could be all over again with an easy scheming of foreknowledge somewhere inside the skull with the ideas of which are to create a new version by recalibrating the tune of old patterns to this new reality from within, or to finally finish the race by realizing all the traits that displace us from some pseudo-legendary status to eliminate them while villainous machines and industry keep our life energies chugging away to fabricate progress where bones are exposed to a rusting err in an oxygen and nitrogen glue that sustains our ways of life and lying always guessing at who is in charge while as vigorously concerned with the appropriate respect for all creatures featured on this planet at one time or another as phenotypical displays to resistance and an adaptation through the harshest of conditions too desensitized to yield without an intrinsic violence…

Thanks, khet.