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October 13th, a thursday.

it cannot be always a springtime, the movement of seasons needs motion to enact creative processes at all, we are Here to seed the earth with dreams made real direct from the conscious flow of charged particles which only occur in this state of constant change, and gives as much as it takes in balance with forces both with and beyond the cosmic nature of this and all realities… the neophobic explanation on physical reality Here is merely propaganda filtered throughout many minds as the centuries have worn on in historic proportions in the midst of all events either cataclysmic or shining the evocation of progress in bright and ever enlightened tones, still it bears to keep in mind that these are the patterns that tease the form into precarious situation over well-thought out vectors of tolerance engaged with turbulence in the mighty tempest where we both shit and eat, and always likely misrepresented as heavens and hells by philosophers now written in stone as the past moves beyond us in these odd cycle of threes once again… all numbers churning machines or mechanical memes buried deep in the layers within layers turning the DNA/ RNA strands further, their patterns sometimes mimicking murder and other times the victims of war and famine by ignorant missions to save the world from the hideous creeps when really the plot was conceived of by the same self-serving insular fools who never trusted anybody that did deserve to at least be informed of the misstep, but this is why we are told that this is the way in which the world works for those who do not fully comprehend the assorted concepts living in it themselves… we as an actual majority do not understand everything, a pathological reinforcement that takes energy away from the momentary Occasionality of the lessons as they are absorbed suffering to contrast and renew the good times as they come as well, and the tone resounds with judgmental purpose even in the statement of observation… feeling as though we need to be a certain way to exist properly, we are in the constant process of being digested by the world around us… urban or rural, inside or outside the Hub, where do you want to be when you grow up?… feminine energy wants to interrelate with others while masculine energies want to penetrate these trivial matters, but the tiny televised voice deep down informs us to feel guilty over questioning the authority of the corporate lords of aMerika whose systems have allowed for the diffusion of accountability over numerous faceless people like the selves we never know personally… some trick of the mythos somewhere lifelike but unaware as human beings except for the rare few that can make a handful last for days as they get around the world learning useful moves that will one day win the war in for one way or another, who knows, but i have heard it said that the trick is to keep breathing as though i know what that was meant to say or explain… which we all have trouble with at some point as i do, explaining ourselves to others is both gratifying and tragically disappointing at the same time because you never fully realize the impact you have made upon another person’s psyche until you are perhaps lucky enough to hear your words coming out of their mouth, and sounds eerily like an issue with control as much as having control over others from the inside out in a grave manner distinct in its fearsome mind-altering consequence… however, my competence was never at stake in this exploration i give to you Here, and actual thoughts are more mercurial than these spasms of the hand to type out what brief statements you see Here on all things derived from the subtle flow whether these pieces come together as a visual display or some vague tease of wisdom because that is the way the information was saved… whose other words infest my mouth when i try to speak and false sentiment rears its ugly dread with silvered tongue and drooling fits when the words seem inadequate to take away from the potential for exacting emphasis on the point i was trying to make, but then the point escapes me leaving one to bite the silence awkwardly in the wake of conversational disturbance occurring between one or more of the participants coming to an abrupt halt where language barriers are concerned usually, this can tune one to feel antisocial…

Thanks, khet.