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Omelette mind.

so we play these games of ridiculous fortune, and pray that our foreparents (foreparts) don’t find out and punish us severely, ancestors’ forces not locked into as precise a cage as we… using us to do the trohling in spaces where dangerous things tread on the web… we are finding out about the troubling past too late, mates, and we seek the personally valid holy grail unique to each of us on top of that… some of us are trapped in worlds of micromanaged mayhem that defies and defuses the attention paid like a slave wage to the engine that earns that savage way to procreate and survive, the solid white walls enveloping the spirit made to work inside the confined space of the mind and of the public space, but we are cut-out in silhouette against the bright effects projected outward for the completest picture there could be to see while foregoing all those distracting elements from previous frustrations… whatever we were made to be with this oddly comforting organic technology teach us our rights and wrongs, the alien being brought into the complicated trust of what at surface may appear simple, but eventually defies all logic as categorical rejection of irrelevant answers to questions already outdated as the surrounding environment wheels by without a brake or spectacular sense of control in hasty attempt at organized thought… emotion interjected through this living pulse made flesh, mental egg cracked open for this particular dish that has become something quaking just below the sliding motion that the others are predisposed to as they might slide back into the abyss when they are done with these holographic forms marked as human beings, and mass production profile defiled for corrupt tone of efficient waiting scheme as the few ever awake as they should in order to fully interact with their aspect of reality… it seems as though this world might want us to leave at some point in the near future futility of our space, the human aliens want to fully control this suburb of the cosmos with their intellectual decrees of faith and harmony while the reckless multitude are wishing for utter freedom from rules that are not too simple to follow for our neanderthal brethren that mask the animal inside of themselves as much to appear human as the aliens do, and the human animal is a relentless and cunning beast that will not give up easily as our stories relate to us from centuries ago as the movements changed the empirical foreground displayed Here… the waves and rushes of technology bitter in the mouths of the civilians left picking up the pieces of culture gone wrong, but we have no cares yet while we are still a multitude pondering the great barrier breaking down between us and them, curious where those realizations and revelations might take the person destined to know… we shall see what the next age brings for us to utilize as we may yet get to the truth of what it is that we seek because we are seekers, all of us trying to find the step that will bring the “new” individual to the learned experience spoken of in metaphor and analogy, but even these trivial symbols reveal deeper meaning and definition to the truth as understood by the majority through the cancerous memory granting a few almost omniscient insight while turning the rest of the race into zombies and helpless cattle falling to the floor from brain disease… the news has us locked in vital step with all the worst aspects of ourselves as the negative self shoots out like an aural electricity radiating out from the gaseous forms working their own unique style of poisonous intent outside of any real frame of prior reference, the miasma of the angular professionals all willing to give up everything for something unknown or unrevealed for reasons that predict a negative archfiend at work or in the works conjoined fecally in the sudden brush with death to realize what it is that goes on today, in the midst of it all a poop-covered quarantine in the bowels bringing to bear upon the worst enemy that most elemental nasty left vague in a yesterday…

Thanks, khet.