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Pig Odor Pagoda

a smell of this temple of flesh is hideous yet the sacrifices virgin and otherwise are still being kept and secret by those tempting vessels practiced in exploiting sensation to the next level to bring about a personal ascension of being that could easily be considered selfish by those on the outside looking in, understanding worship by the vast network of experience as the devotees praise every particle of these blissful states isolating from an empty system of careful planning to just be totally receptive as an aware part of the living cosmos, and to be pleased as pigs in shit when hells’ fury can transfer the energy to another pursuit altogether inert before striving heroically for the win convincing us to conquest for our owned versions of the golden holy truth as guardian to assuage our restless fears… sacred are the scared in trying to play the meek role while the courageous stain the world with blood vying to gain as control is reverence to their doctrines which praise hate and a separation of faiths even when the truth would seem otherwise to this ideal standard, the trickster gods and their chimerical demiurges materialize us as extrusions of forces beyond merely these mortal conclusions as the celestial bodies moving unconcerned by the word magics used against them from this dementia as off-set and out of the way, and a mere hallucination shared by all the voices in my head as though all this stated were truly an unreal state as if you cannot ever trust words yourself in carrying this information as doses too thick to swallow without some troubling aspect of a questioning what this all means to you… the spiritual sense of Self dimmed by the pollution made material Here congesting the human senses trying just to be with atmosphere of subversive intrigues aligned against the common people as long as anyone morally bankrupt holds power, in manipulating a population exploding at the seams taught to pursue your dreams toward a unique independent future realized as manifest destiny oblivious to rape and pillage and no matter in whose village, or are we to trivialize even this identity into general dismissal as blaming of the other to be trained into us as the collective densely pressed together in re-appropriating of resources not even ours to begin with as we ravage the environment for the easy answers…

Thanks, khet.