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some people fit the role of the parent, but many others just breed to get the sexual satisfaction out of their systems, while a few others take themselves out of the procreative loop that our flesh invokes once we reach maturity… does nature evolve along with its inhabitants?… people in business get too complacent when things go right, thinking they will always go correctly, and the boss gets just as deluded as anyone else underneath their power in the hierarchical blame game… whosoever fucks up first becomes the pet scapegoat for the rest of the group, but only inasmuch as that person become a pariah or ostracized by the group, if there is still some mode of acceptance or respect than there is no antagonistic urge propelling the others onward to insult other than a playful amount of questioning… mistakes are not to be made at all, says the Grand Operating Directive… not all the dwarves and ogres in this supposed fantasy realm can be mistaken for human beings, but they are disguised in this flesh anyway creating more distress than is necessary to live by, we all need to develop standards of our own in order to cope with the incredible amount of waste and insincere bullshit that lobs our way from the cruelty machine we want so desperately to call a safety net… however, we can never be at peace with the tumultuous insides that break our brains with moral confusion and lack of integrity, but we are not solely defined by our shortcomings if we find a way to overcome… this is how the blind mad god takes control of us with its laconic grin saying nothing but the obvious, stealing the face and reputation of the christ figure with total abandon of any idea of justice in mind, and turning it to utilize humanity for a grand cause that sacrifices the millions and millions for the few privileged “martyrs” there ever are at one time… constricting the morals of the populace without a thought for conscience of any living beings or thing around, as the landscape and its people become deluded with the concept of needing to be lead by a master with hard features of the shady proposition and legalized prostitution under HIS belt, and no one questions this travesty except those that have self-imposed their guilt of power… the poisoned jesus figure dancing upon the eyelids of the worshipful atrophy massed at the institutional church functions, prosthetic and appalling to the intelligent bystander from below the gravity of this magnetism, and even this is illusion as possession of the soul as “holy” vessel flies closer to the sun under jurisdiction of no one… the only one… the prodigal sunshine… as it fills the solar sails and pushes us further over that cosmic edge, charged with a decision to understand this thing as a species until we can try placing pieces together to formulate the irresponsible situation, but do we even want to know what demons lie in that box in the dark recesses occupying realms of the subconscious dream?… the Pandora must be born from water and earth deprived of “knowledge of the gods” and born with an edifying curiosity which betrays this empty box/ jar we reside within, to crack this lidded thing as our sub-curious prison embedded with the meta-curious humans craving an answer to the ultimate question, and seeing only the empty artifice giving rise to the inhabited soul striding down the off-street with the rest of this world… a direction that no one will ever own or hold for profits to gain from, because the parables and fables are nothing more than that which has lasted further than necessary to reflect back the energy transmitted through this cosmic chaos into our mind’s eyes looking out, and the insights to the horizon line are constant and creeping with potent forms always lurking into a son-blasted apocalypse connotation… allowing this warp while dragging our neighbors into the abyss through a process of weights and measures as they solidify like concrete around our ankles, thinking that we are not being sucked into the religious vortex as well, but so good at what is not the case…

Thanks, khet.