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…we’re all notes being played from lowest to highest and back again chiming in chicanery that we are all equal in stature infatuated with our roles in the progress of society’s ego acting as representative of a system that would appear to appreciate our actions when synchronous with that anticipated conclusion made by the authorities trying to glean whatever compensation it can from the investment into an individual’s future and fortunes allowing for a thread of control to be seeded deeper within incidental layers of this socio-mechanical series that depends upon expertise in technology to promote its streamlined chrome ideals, driving coffins on wheels a rare breed hoping not to die as it crisscrosses the highways and frontage roads weaving maps into existence that never existed before the journey creating stories to be recounted by those who were there are the most genuine and emotional pulling us in to depict life juxtaposed from memory into immediate company relating experiences to one another this way bonding and coming to a mutual agreement which depending on persons may remain unspoken as long as it remains Here energy converted into an ephemeral concept connected to various impediments of perspective from our singular viewpoints, collected at precarious moments when straying away from nonsense makes the most sense even if the massive might disagree with your lone point of observation lacking respect for what prospects in what context remain unmolested by modern hands of man while words from a civilized humanity seem tame by comparison with these essential mood swings setting things in motion whether we want them to move or not represented separately in the score no matter if your interest focus on tallying points declaring winners and losers as chosen hobby used to impress oneself with specialized knowledge getting to know patterns Here… drifting grifting sources finding outlets for their version of what has happened as yet noisy voices stressing the vowels brought Kundalini style from the bowels or sacral chakra through oneself as the tree of life grows within each of us Here sensing there is more to this than merely a surface recognition that something is going on whether we prefer highly wired occurrency that pays for the information moving forward toward other journalist tense turning spiritual lead into gold integrity somehow attaining a direct route to conduct and interpret ideas and actions as time shifts sifting through rubble and mess, humanity as disarmed and fragile with agility and awareness attempting to find any advantage in playing out this idea of survival some rely upon as a game to distract even when most seriously dangerous to fool around and find out the hard way what consequences must come from the insufferable behavior of others sometimes worthy of dissociating oneself afraid when cacophonous ululations and other utterances echo and haunt leaving trace messages of their influence softly singing signals and frequencies along available bandwidths and wavelengths that rarely admit to changing the landscape in nature created the harmony utilizing humans as instruments, doing the dirty work while they still can in this life be of use to whatever greater forces generate this sloppy microcosm of questionable creatures causing relationships to fracture and slack if this living machine lacks leader with tact to move when there is no one to take up the reins of command no heroes need apply because hoping for certain some reward though there is no glory to be had for ones who are determined Here surging with confident yearning to prove successful even though no easy stroll living this life aware we swim through surrounded by depth charges…

thanks, khet_:/