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pretty vague Rant.

slept over at the ant-infested Occupation grounds set up Here by the noble volunteers who care about the direction this system is careening toward in the overall final plunder of the aMerikan dream under bureaucracy of voodoo economics, the bugs still haunt me through their bites and stings at the intruder that i was as the interloper on their piece of downtown saga invaded by the humans in revolt, and what little sleep i did receive from that night was a reviving flash in the darkness as i forget the dreams two to three hours will allow in the short time between the assaults and the awake motion homeward bound… there was something in the way that the city and its ghosts reflect a desire for revolution that utilize to position ourselves past the bureaucratic bullshit that literally blocks the pathway to compassion for humanity instead of the understood parlance of ignorance revealed through incivility made manifest between two of the species perhaps, but there is no absolute way for me to know that without dissolving the ‘me’ that sees the action as exploratory in the extreme as it carves away what little has not been chiseled down after college in the harsh form of erosion that the system is left to react to when all the system is made up of is human like you or i, it is then that the system has become the bloated lump on your chest that mimics a heartbeat even though it is really the pulse of humanity in its behaviors toward the greater masses that control the cycle of time Here as in some creative spirit to haunt the seasons in order to right the wrongs possessed by the Man that tries to control his own destiny perhaps tries to dam up the river that needs to flow as the better metaphor to give when all else seems fake… the strange deprivation of time and space that dissociation from local area gives you after the intoxication wears through enough to allow clarity of vision in the age of gruesome decisions made by real versions of evil that take the game of life too far to be understood through their cruel eye for pain and oblivion made flesh, where these trained dogs render the wounds upon the human as stain to be somehow seriously addressed by a system that cannot handle itself as it proposed it could back when there were actual patriots and not simply some act or provision to allow for subjecting the innocent and unaware to a general lack of privacy while having personal data stored away to be used against you in a court of law at some point in your life, whether physically bound by contract or not it seems the citizens of this country are heavy like dark clouds about to rain their animal paste all over the people their acceptance of human misery betrays as we police and enforce ourselves into place to be better eaten by the machine as it needs… do you hear that grinding sound n the dark?… well, it is there along with the ever-present hum that rapes the minds of anyone that has any insight into what the darkest heart sounds like, and can point out its industrial chanting in the background noise waiting for the right chance to chew at humanity again in those monstrous bites that have turned the banking aspect of the world into a far too-corrupt version of democracy breeding in hatred and biased voices that stereotype all of us as nothing until we burn up one by one ourselves making up something that could have been voided just as early on when childhood meant nothing to us… where are the humble at with their non-violent past leading us to safety as the harsh general law tries to mount the sun position just in the horizon view to startle us into capture with no way out of debt or rapture but to rupture forth and become as we are today in mockery of what had mean something in a past withered by dissent of its deranged potency as inflicted on a righteous people with no idea why they were being taxed so unevenly while the oblivious rich hold to their lower tax rates, but this is never just a simple this or that argument from the beginning because there are faces to each and every person at work striving to make better what mistakes were made with their consent in the name of others’ version of democracy, the tortured breed of humanity has chosen to rise up every so often in a generation to show the decadent authority how much there is no actual control over the people when the people outnumber the forces used against them… is there calamity ahead, as held under the surface, or a time for honesty?…

Thanks, khet.