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going back into the flashing fires that started wildly picking apart the detritus as these past scavenged remains have demanded while with cunning we have demanned this ship sitting ashored that this isn’t the end as those hollow as yet another ghost floating through tragedies after comedy once this vessel runs aground and to seek we are forced to let go of the past as it tries to clasp the remnants of us in that trap older than these beings that an observable universe allows to show us whether one at a time or all together as when catalysts are all summoned to locate in the same spots all at once as hub and loop holding multiple spectral leys lined up to network these various neurotic systems simultaneously, when we catch sight of our looming mortality there is a certain urge to try justifying our actions while self-aware in these conformist mosh pits of splendid filth and ecstasy jostling our accreditation through a restless intimidated release as energy is exhausted by this criminal age experiencing itself subjectively everyone a bad guy inches away from doing a dastardly deed or two when the time comes as respect for the obscene pushes us into classic struggles with morality and chance, but we never stopped acting children even as we grow-up to then become this conceptual human fleeting following all standards to ease our relationships with others into that pool of drowning possibilities potentially lost tossed to the four corners where perhaps magic can exist without the consensus pressure of society Now taunting the natives into losing themselves for a sad sense for opportunity that everyone seems to jump at like piranhas as an order to achieve that personal dream… same old madness permeates across the organic portals held transmitting signals and interpreting data as well as in a surreal experiment knowing what to do when the going gets tougher and the complaints gets louder and louder when few people tend to listen to each other less and less scanning the stations of a programmed behavior waiting for something decent meanwhile watching the world change in ways too mysterious to demand anything but freedom, though the tactics of the elite class are rife with thick tricks traded for a careless commodity as abused for the sake of swaying the carrot a little closer to those hungry eyes that are trying to follow the obvious items with precision intent that loses sight of the wandering hand reaching into the pockets of these people to take or substitute what was working for newer ulterior motives in whose drive breaks people with their own experiences, and there are few levels of education where you can expect to make sense of it all once one gets past the torment and suffering that intensifies the calm in tone and resignation as mature responsibility displaces the juvenile whims that easily shatter models of crazy like glass against the cold stone floor of adulthood if one is not careful enough when mindful the thoughts come loose from the roots of orientation and origin syphoning the passion for the glory…

Thanks, khet.