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i am so ‘un’ that not even ‘un’ works to convey what ever it is you might think this is that i mention to you as though it compels you to read which i know it doesn’t because your attention isn’t stretching as long as it used to as if it ever did, it’s not working now conflicting with these standards upheld as presuppositions wielded like superstitious raging aging frenzy harboring resentment as supreme of art forms among the numerous of skills and sciences acquired by human ‘can’s even when the people themselves think they ‘can’t’, but this conformity is as much a choice as any other preference for a chosen responsibility instead of ones handed to us to be stretched like a tool sometimes abused by the system considered mild treatment for what it is said “we get what we deserve” as little compensation for any pain or loss contradicting the ideal of a ‘greater good’ floating about like a god as some ethereal judge or supervisor attempting to correct all visions into one endless goal which might not exist if it weren’t for the assembly of these people contributing all the blood sweat and tears they have to this bitter competition-based religion worst of all yet… motion make believing, mocking, or stubborn hatred for the unknown Other can create an insular and impotent posture for one who would react as though their viewpoint is THE ideal as against the grain projection of superiority in order to achieve a greater superiority and privilege as greed and intimate discretion fester within the heart of the ones who let in this affliction crippling the very idea of society in a whole and civilized sense… we are never perfect, and even though we have all these devices and innovations upending the speed of technology growing at paces to startle the imagination to further climbs toward broad achievements fueling yet further definitive solutions to universal difficulties as all species continue to adapt in varied degrees around the paths one takes throughout their lives as consciousness defines the patterns of familiar in the individual details, a golden perception does not exist anywhere but within the imaginary worlds to which it is a challenge to give ourselves over to belief in places that appear opposite to craving an understanding for the personal human condition fighting an automatic gravity pulling us through all the curiosity for our world in what seem like seconds flashing by… what does it mean to be ‘punk’, as our distinctions become their own categories, in a recovery from this horrifying exclamation…

Thanks, khet.