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parking the carking…

imposing great hardship or strain as a stain or memory upon the brain as electric sensation shocks off the layers of threatening glamour that steals our attention paid to the dealer whose hand lies hidden a few inches from our faces while the tricks are in action startling the light from our eyes to ask why and how these things did appear true when obviously they were merely illusions holding captive to logic in a way estranged from that a mob mentality whose fingers rest upon perception as tool, to be useful in a setting that allows for the right conditions to occur making the experiment a mechanism of proof vying with the real fluid nature of reality to dominate human thought first without flinching or backing off from these realms of discovery through doors that lay open for those that see them and the ability to put into motion these principles that reveal a truth as absolute for the ones hastily choosing their direction, but a swift conclusion nonetheless when nothing has been proven that hasn’t had the invested interests as a required impetus to change the way things work around Here to endear the servants to their unique indoctriNation that doesn’t ever seem to blink when another one of us is taken away to be remade used as resource thought saved after being broken by a system that can never admit it is wrong… because of this shitty being built on broken thoughts and grievances to begin with as the terrors reigned outside in the dirty streets showing people no mercy as the kill-or-be-killed majority of us began taking roles in humanity to guide though in a uniquely malign way serving only the selfish needs before the remedy could be of a readily available product to consume by even those perceived worthless as the needs of others soon became disgraceful to pay attention to, with those feats we have been walking the world over trying to understand why it is this way or that without the patience to pause and see ourselves as others might move in the same shoes when the imperious sword drawn against supposed hostile forces that might conspire attack versus our character as well as our dignity among beliefs of betrayal at every turn hasting our retreats to other worlds where appreciation is given to those that can reach out and ask for it as the poetic gift it is, and sometimes we are easily lost to these metemphysics that distract us and convey other potential messages and meanings that encompass the wholeness of the universe in which we are inherently a part in pieces of the dream moving as swift authority behind the scenes displayed as what this we might confuse with god to be shone in an ephemeral light that cuts the glamour like a knife or scalpel ready to incise the decision to be held by a string or thread of mystery though false when compared with the real movements of life triggering this starscape of wishes and untangled seams opened so by our will and the powers to prevent our ignorance from burying this identity in obscurity…

Thanks, khet.