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Project: Move In.

he was kind at first, the host with the house and the affectations that made me question whether he actually cared about anyone, and i had become drunken with abandon that first night i ever met him… he is as holy as we are all holy each in our own unique ways, and he became my temporary savior for the short period that i became his house guest while my own inadequacies came starkly true in the confrontations with the Other which we strive to understand, his was an indifference however even as his friends i met were not so disheartening to talk with as much as i had to say in expression of those emotions people don’t want to hear… though maybe in hindsight, hearing my voice go on and on about my emotional state might have been a veiled entertainment for some enter-tainted facet of this culture of cheese and meat by-products and processed fascism so easy to obtain, and all a person is required to do is give in to a certain extent to the brainwashing that occurs bombarding us daily even if there are those who refuse to see it directly which there are… it is like staring into the sun or a light bulb making direct sight a blindness in reality while the rest of the senses go haywire in the most unsettling of ways, and there is no amount of SPF that reduce the effects of taking the heat as well as all of those other factors and fact-checkers moving along among the herd, as the standardized breaking of spring forces some of us to plan our actions carefully to placate those self-satisfied gods that we preach to on a daily basis in earnest trying to relate to each other as people… everyone has problems with movement whether it is with the internal combustion of the human heart made through irregular beatings in the chest, or the happenstance trickery that occurs with trying to remember everything you need while racing out of the door for some planned event you are nervous both to attend and miss at the same time, we catch ourselves needing so much more time to steady the nerves of that nervous next step to reality as much entering into our cells as us entering into that moment of realization… at some point we must make that coveted leap of faith into the fray without the banishing powers that become so difficult to resist at every other point in life, and just go with the energy wherever it takes us as the once-scary confrontation unfurls like a red carpet into the championed ceremony of passage through to an elemental side of ourselves we might have never known otherwise in another wisdom, preferring to catapult into the stars rather than stay anchored to the ground by shooting to extremes with a dreamy self-pondering quality that only human beings have… this is why the actions and attempts of the human doing is so spectacular to achieve because once one becomes one of these superhuman agents for active and positive change, it becomes a mission of enlightenment into new territories beyond but still integrated into this indifferent world of sacrifice and redemption too hard even if feels like we have been Here before, and there is something alluring about perceived lack of complexity that the last life might have possessed even though those are vague memories for which most of us have no immediate conscious record to recall… the sparseness of this ancient life was simple to a certain extent before either you or me because what we may call ‘the objects’ now stood equal to ‘the subjects’ in a reality where the vision was met by the certainty of expectation, what we saw was what we got and all reality seemed biased on the principle even if the truth was light years ahead of that measly assumption as revolution has always been a part of the system, but the first real revolution that called for the love of community petered out because innocent tactics were subverted by what would later become that gargantuan beast called ‘society’ and its government cronies lounging in towers of power planning to relieve the people of their golden tickets to intellectual appropriation… generations of sick sheltering after the two outright “great” wars shattering modes and condensing popular opinions into sales pitches have had rippling echoes throughout time as the present, that gift of the Trojan horse as it busts open like a swirling Pandora’s box locomotion and releases all of the tiniest demonic memes to reinforce the nanotech of societal mind control decades before any physical analog in this reality with machines, and entered into the age of subtle warfare without even realizing it as the “cold war” and the television programming of the day reflected the tense and paranoid times that lay ahead in uncharted waters… flash forward a few hundred years to the state of discretion we are all coping with after this conformity has laid its poisonous hand to everything and everyone born within its reach, and i seek refuge for a brief period of weakness as i come to understand that my host is seeking to accept me by taking me into his home for a time even though i friend so uneasily with my bleak world issues tagging along in a could behind me, i cannot even ride bikes or swim as those joys i have squeezed out of my purview of pleasures at so young an age to concentrate my substance for some hidden reason to figure out this strange thing before and after me… that strained thing which moves as much with as without me…

Thanks, khet.