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…our Quixotic travels through terra nullius…

…damned you do though damned if you don’t buy that for a dollar because rampant consumerism continues to drown each of us slowly consumes us choosing our journeys through faith in debt squeamish people delaying what progress we are supposed to be searching for civil diplomacy might that it could render any danger of the wilderness banal and sterile Here actually making choices or purely bent by what lights we can perceive as individuals compelled to following wherever those may lead fantasies stemming from obsession perhaps curious quests for what random hidden remedies could be out there waiting for discovery, or rather the recovered memory from our shared ancestral hive mind we have detached from many generations ago before current present events taking up so much space in our lives trying to find solutions universally amicable by virtues of the past respected and advanced further prior to the empirical sterilizing process slowly eroding our natural history that still remains Here fascistic attempt at control to dominate unknown others forced to survive inadequate regimes that strive to impose their powers over enough people to overtake the systems in place preventing malicious intent from prevailing though always curious if we’ve already lost, still requiring resistance to provide shock treatment to civilization coping with degrees of rancid psychic police enforcing their awful sense of authority through intimidation and manipulation from street to boardroom levels extracting as much energy as possible to fuel the schemes spun into motion on this breaking wheel to compel confessions from everyone caught under its crush sublimate and subsidize every piece of literature some of what is reflected through operation mindfuck in the illuminatus trilogy stumped by the severing of all emotion which forces us to re-calibrate individual perspective that desires our responsibility running away from real world problems… betraying our personal emotional compass used to guide us passed difficulties which seem insurmountable Here yet we defy our own programming to distract from facts that may appear unpleasant but are true and facing those obstacles is required from each of us building the madness of houses to hide ourselves if we fail wishing the complicated things would simply disappear though seeking truth refuses such behavior as it conflicts with our shared cowardice to wait out the turmoil when possible wistful as opportunities pass out of reach redefining boundaries showing us how civil our behavior actually is constant reckless irresponsibility, taking token granted platitudes for gestures fostering bad attitudes Here glaring inconsistencies used as superficial bandages leaving open wounds to fester and ooze far so leading to bad practices mutilating the future without conscience as the rot remains hidden behind the facade of acceptance ruining chances for happiness as time withers away benefit eroding us through frustration and stagnation warping our senses of everything stable under critical pressures that lay waste to our feelings and efforts tactfully as no traces remaining once the dust clears settling some nerves while twisted others into resentment knots hesitantly questioning every cautious step forward, elect clowns expect nothing but circuses to reign supreme roamin’ around for something new to exploit as gibbering idiot hordes bartering integrity for better seats at the royal table no two alike but awfully similar nonetheless enough to resemble one another when they assemble to wickedly re-appropriate the ancient hive mind turned for selfish purposes melding into the severity of outrageous fortunes distorting the proportional ratios left not golden but broken by those pressures exerted over destroying glories and failures pieces picked up if any are light enough not to impair movement if we even still exist in further generations…

thanks, khet_:/