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Pirahnamasia

fundamental revision of whatever one thinks life is expected to be as the curious variables swarm to devour us all whether we happen to be ready or never-ready tricked by the purposeful accident that gets caught in our way when it is least expected as weakness and vulnerability strike with almost no informing, the phantom moment in ignorance as the only calm before the storm warping whimsical vessel into a debauched visceral alien animal devoid of helpfully-handy composure and compassion in order to intimidate everyone into a place of subordination to appear as singular self-righteous and superior even though the angle is radically-bent at least at first, and then the demonic veneer gets worn through in a funerary rite running scared from the scars accrued already so far that it gets a little bit in the ole Out There in the lingering bewilderness carried over from nature’s wrath back when ancients spoke of the rarefied hurricanes and firestorms before the corpus callosum had even formed from the selective evolution as there shapes into the Here as now built up as the past passes by without a wave or a nod in any direction even though can it be that more than a few of this collective we are born into tries their self-righteous damnedest to analyze the details to see to witness how the things are played to their appropriate conclusions each respective to each their own plight that somehow creates an aural shroud made of the same electro-magnetic field generated by the emotional soul-ar body to which civilizations older than us figured out in aeons previous to our individual decisions to stop Here for a long hot human moment like all the rest percolating to the surface of this watery tension retained when cautiousness collapses the circuits of currency charging whimsy and other cosmological patterns that nourish these masses i refer to as the modern dark ages where magic is trashed for sciences trendy shiny chrome appearances only allowing the law of exception to birth those new nervous breakthroughs while dismissing the errors leading to those breakdowns instead… the cycling oscillations within the depths of what septic cess has pooled from reckless cruel authority imprinting domesticating standards of the general law into what it means to be human yet so many factors at once called ‘consciousness’ or interpreted as ‘ego’ by those who follow scholars and other agents of academia no matter how wrong their collective voices happen to be “post” a medieval salad toss that sometimes we get a vacuumed reception whether we have the right amount of credits or not to the Nth degree to which there is no certificate to earn which might serve us to hold and support our confidence without regarding other aspects such as arrogance and pretentiousness so wicked or toxic that all we do is talk sick to each other, but expecting it to all work out for the best or for society’s “greater good” acting as easy scapegoat and the core to persistently drive toward hidden sights filtered well by intellect intuition and instinct at times collaborating together well-enough to feel as if we were actually living beings who may not mistreat that next unknown around the corner because before we know it we are lying there cold and still sleeping meeting the coroner and the other cronies of our causal realm as tricky as this heathen earth androgynous as both mother and father figures that do not respect our ‘stupidi-tah’ as much its own overblown sense of ‘authori-tah’, even though the author stopped writing this chapter so far flung that it just might be the near future of “futilitous” thinking that still requires of resistance to generate a government kind of kinesthetic releases on life as though life could ever compete with the dreaming seeking lost in curiosity spun out through strands of the very cosmic tapestry we are ever apart of from the beginning previous to this fear-in-charge as the dark cloud seen as heaven’s digital gossip crew of ancient technology trying to control us…

Thanks, khet.