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Occam’s Tazer

it vexes me to no end in what my perspective believes just automatically fits as right catalyst to the conscious continuum style of life making a host of our beliefs pulling apart the relevant detail as shards of truth growing comfortable and complacent within the centrifuge of time ticking away what a precious commodity we have inside as purest resource this life, the shock is what makes it worth it in this distracted oblivion we’re all living in making waves where we don’t belong and taking our time while we do this because there is nothing yet left to discover except the reality of each other to produce the need for change to attempt a more comfortable atmosphere not plagued by the fear seething into our loathing without being the cheap and laughable gimmick we might be entertaining as describing the truth from a biased and covert spot where questioning a conflicted authority opens a more true door of perception, but is the explanation so simple really when trying to make sense of this nonsense no-mind hive mind we are given as fact set Here like a trap to collect the helpless and hapless “hippies” that could inspire us to repent our wickedly commercial ways of attacking the other as a salvo of harsh decision to grudgingly compromise when the real active version of conversing is a credible teach/ learn relationship creating a hope and growth within us all both separately and together collectively… we need these little quakes as failure lessons and sharing ideas between spaces of loss and laziness while at the same time finding an inspiration to fly away from the burning sun turning into the shadows to glimpse another sight of the dark heart the soul tries to hide in code like anachronistic nursery rhymes cursing us with their blind subconscious impetus, yet we might try to force control for at least a little while living in these holy shells chosen ammunition of the gods who know no better than to fuck with our morals and our laws by instilling layered meanings into the virtues we seek to stabilize and defy the random chaos writhing all throughout this fragmented of a psycho-social display of dominance, and frying the nervous side of a physical mind into shutting down as the games play us for what they are once it is that the rules are understood with a compassionate intelligence instead of an interest that cuts with a dismissive insult or two as brutality made manifest by hooligan animosity that makes an enemy out of everyone as trying to survive the horrid and terrible replacing the need to be ourselves…

Thanks, khet.