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they look at me like i should be doing important things or something, but i know now that it is just a jealous heart reaching out to the unknown, what seems like secrets of a new age where the modern machines follow the paths set down for them not by people but by other machines… at the far end of the spectrum perhaps there are actual people who do the programming, but how many of them have circuits in their head or one of those god awful chips that allows for one to be homed-in on, whether this is the vital technology or not is not the question any more than finding routes around such technology once it comes into common usage by more than two-thirds of the population… children might even be born with chips inside of them if the corporate fingers have their excessive way before the people decide to kneecap their nefarious schemes in the extreme, creating a new world order through use of genetic clones and pharmaculture grinding along oblivious to the real cost of anything else but a discovery out of laboratory gold with the endless amounts of trials and proofs to correct the facts as they come, and we are bullied into accepting this order as de facto authority exhorted by an idea of god upon us even when we are the real subconscious authority taking precedence over the fools that think they came and won their place in the dirt… really it is us underneath the layers of meddlesome skin and tissue that spins and artfully manipulates the hordes of human meat as it parades self-aware and fancied a demigod by the more brazenly bold of our kindness blind to see the real you and me, but what difference does it make when all we have is that information wasteland that we have made together, all weaving together a thread bared by dysfunction and service to disease that holds the ninety-eight percent in confusion while those that can “see” run around adventuring on behalf for the better or the worst in their fitful acting bits like all the rest playing out their parts in this climax of syntax that betrays my state of flaring rate spent when there was never anything left suspended for the holograph senses beyond the eyes… betrayed by the lack of courtesy for which my other fellow beings desire to be the recipient on sidelines of thinking as we jog the race collectively immune to the sudden movements sustained by fate as weighed against this mistaken ID entity that sits and observes and demands an objectionable objectivity as tithe of the mind energizing in its purpose to destroy the bonds of humanity in order to attempt a coup of control upon the collective psyche, branding a terrible element of guilt and shame into the phobic subconsciousness that lies just beneath the surface as the real spikes through in manifestation into living breakers of this illusion of an elusive truth under lock-and-key at work against our collected will to be freed, but questions such as what are we captured by and why are we still under the impression that we would have no power when all around us it is exploited by those regarding the mantle of leader as that of the priest… a faithless pederast consuming all available energy only to dispose of the good “product” of this union before it has a chance to heal the birthing wounds that came at a price fixed in the entropic catalysts walking upright like those within the species of humanity, though in reality these scavengers only move with the slight idea of a compassionate consciousness to rely upon in the activity of daily human conversation whether as static for ulterior motives to hide behind, or an unrepentant shallow commentary with some perverse need to twist the emotions of others in the nearest vicinity with not even a single scrap of human integrity to name just one of the traits that gather together to be thrown away like metallic flux drawn to the charnel tempest of misery that Man has created in his own image as destroyer and corrupter par excellence… i piece of this mean spirit resides within me as much as the ‘you’ perceived in the everyday existence we all go through in meeting our goals as any other denizen of this real world maze to match blow for blow the attacks made against us by conscious and unconscious malign forces alike, each grand tactic of retreat only gains a temporary measure to relax because quickly the past catches its breath to start the chase once again, but we need not fear the relentless negentropy as it infects us all in the rippling waves that will inevitably collide with those set adrift in this cesspool sea with a raft full of baggage both simplistic and complex in nature as the words have a difficult time connecting with the reality as the solid tries desperately to assume the same center as the ephemeral that contains our thoughts and feelings inside of an intangible realm unseen as the particulars are so very tiny as the compressed datum that the informative particles really are Here, the filtration between info-particles is limited only by the human transmitter which resides inside the brain/ nervous system sending bio-electrical signals throughout the space of one body as then the info-particles get translated into speech or action or a combination of multiple ranges of motion to be understood…

Thanks, khet.