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to Pelt you with antipopes.

trying to read the signs even when there is little of significance in the image beheld… we make jokes about how dysfunctional the system and our unassuming parents were and are always going to be, and the mistakes accrued seem minor in comparison with the actual reality stalking around out there, considering that our own system of government is trying to kill us all… just in subtle ways that “don’t matter” on the greater scope of things as they are… the humbly poor subhuman stock are waiting for their ghostly children to reappear where they were before the state considered those people genetically worthless, sub par with the rest of humanity, but what does this mean to anyone that might feel for the plight of the sedate ratio of downtrodden?… quickly forgetting the root of the problem on this psycho path toward freedom, or rather is it toward complete oppression?… human bodies of thought repressed by a fascist police state inflicted upon the culture by our own paranoid fantasies, betrayers and their betrayals mean only what the dramatic integrity of human emotion will allow, and absorbing no meaning from the flicker of humanity that gifts us with an understanding of unknowns we could not perceive otherwise through the imaginary feat… the immanence of subversion is key to true revolution… we are all evil, and those that refuse to perceive their own horribleness, end up projecting that onto others too easily as they leave themselves moronic and wondering why things are so cruel… everyone talking over each other so loudly leads to no compromise as everyone steps on each others’ feelings exposed against harsh insults at a volume too deafening to advance listening with any degree of accuracy, because the concepts are atrocious and disgusting to the relative bystander, but there is a limited intuition in any amount of hesitation contrary to an active practicality that makes things happen… we are so lost because we let ourselves stay amazed, whether it is through the stories told long ago, or because of the television feeding us what we need to know… we have to protect ourselves from the slaughter of mind that society is being duped into accepting without questioning more than a few details at a time, we are the advancement of ages past even if we do not believe in that reality, but if it stops Here then we know we have lost whatever battles there might have been to fight even if we win because it is simply a Pyrrhic victory… too many have been the casualty for the gain distortion abortion that falls fluidly to the floor in that gory slop suddenly at our feet, but we are all shoved forward to meet the bath of light and tremendous emotional upheaval all in an awkward attempt to conform to a complacent yet content point in life, that stable end before said floor drops out from beneath our feet as we become something else entirely than just the dysfunctional wreck that observes rather than resonating with all the participatory programs out there for a civilized populace… maybe the time has come to eat the self into oblivion, though not with extreme obesity nor bulimia as the goal, but instead making the motions to self-cannibalize starting with the brain and working my way down to the rest of the corpse… i am attempting to eat the strange vessel that oxides and decays right before my eyes before it has a chance to disappear of its own accord, the disease is the reconciliation of that schism between forces of consciousness contrasting as it connects to a material reality to which the rest of us have some pent-up fear of losing a slippery grip on this stable static relatively-narrowed environment left to our own devices, but found art put together like a puzzle manifested through reverse engineered work as perhaps a Rube Goldberg/ Marcel Duchamp piece of a readymade phantasm made flesh… if there is but one pope out there, then the rest of us are the anti-popes who could never even hope to be a pope, but perhaps this ‘king-for-a-day, fool-for-a-lifetime’ shit will die off or adapt for another future yet to come… only the world around us will ever know, and maybe our dear friend has that insight already managed…

Thanks, khet.