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a growing experience has developed me beyond mere social or material constraint even though there are no outward effects superseding the average veneer that this human betrays on the day-to-day basis, every day is an improvisation working with the little impoverished imagination of a menial laborer whose ideas and values have been skewed by the system at work applying a doctored propaganda to relate to the public opinions that sway the minority privilege, and in whose monied hands are managed the flow of unerring direction toward ulterior motives made banality by the laws and their many loopholes holy to the disciples of viral opportunity… a cycle of ghosts hosting the crowd longing for a loud and obnoxious occasion in which to let loose with a howl or truth to convince the fascists of their fashion-less fix, to which they have stayed unchanging this way because it would be a dissection of tradition that the primitive believing in the civil have warred over lands and plans laid bare by extensive demands of time and energy, but this does not prevent the biomass from going –bang! zoom! –straight to the moon as petty judgments and human dramas unfold on the surface where crooked and curved meets a standard of angle as it surges to the skies hoping for easy salvation well outside of one’s own hard self… no heavenly bodies these spinning in orbit of one another as the transference of energy unleashes the guts squeezed out by those ‘commenstruate’ (intermingled meanings of ‘menstruate’ and ‘commensurate’ in a portmanteau together) pressures in turn cramping the cosmic beast into a necessary revolution of the primal spirit charged, a destiny with density divine as i am driven to madness by the nannies of hate, who are coddling the youth right into a voice of rebellion which rejects the forms of any and all superficial appeasement from the true sources of this bizarre authority whose hands have been upon us, but i speak not of the sexes whose equality is always tested and measured in overwrought spectacles of social torture and an oblivious disintegration of compassion and respect through the means of an insecure macho brutality as he betrays his own humanity… no, what i am Here going to start ranting on about is the factional display between the sheltering mutants in a self-inflicted idea of “greater good” and an emotional truth keyed to the freedom of choice, but first a few details from your narrator as far as why these are the things so discussed now though in a way which at times makes little sense to a practical appeal… so locked into the act of believing perhaps or finding a belief that we sense little other real potential upon the periphery, these cultural blinders put into place to educate on disgrace and the state of what happens when bad people get in line with the good sights we cater to only to find that they were never the way we once originally had perceived them to be, but even these painful truths and false smiling faces cannot take the sting from reality as we have had allowed it to begin spinning sophomoric glee and hostility like a Tesla coil’s shining lightning with a child’s rage….blindly… this alien-animal hybrid has come very far from where it was first conceived to ever ‘know’ what it was doing within its microscopic worldview where freedom was an everywhere kind of thing as words were not as they are now, to tender the mind as something perceptive of the past we must harness what it is that gives us these odd visions between the ears, but is it projection solely from inside through the natural transmitter installed in our carcasses and drawn upon our canvases as gateways to settle the throbbing rhythms and polarities outside of the creative focus?… it is in the trine of this creation, stasis and fade which repeats on subtle frequencies humanity only has limited sight of in the living spectrum where everything vies for even only a moment’s conscious attention, and it is into these competitive games we are hurled through at a dangerous pace when to follow another’s rules are a measure of the temporality which can only exist at this current level of time and space… even space is fractured into three distinct positions while time appears to be as fourth dimension wall between the ever-expanding and the ever-condensing smaller and smaller to the finite details presented through filters like microscopes and computers, space has less and less meaning as absolute constraint against the will of the whim in the endless see you might find you are drifting in loose though firmly anchored to ideas which can change at any moment, but even these teasing assurances can differ as the relay between people never stays the same for long warped by the bold actions and assessments of other unwieldy sources of motive and power usually contained as a handful of “movers and shakers in the industry”… the toxic bubble about to burst like a blastocyst before the zygote in that unfashionable urge that still seems rather prehistoric to some extent as the denizens Here crawl self-involved into the mess, but these demons are the last vestiges of a helpless humanity sucked through the void down to the bottom of this gravity well abundant with gifts and also disease as much as the tension and anxiety that inhabits the human form, we divide and conquer and kill without the proper justification only the all-consuming curiosity that still stays as hollow and separate of the individuated soul as the god who takes its toll on us… a shadow on our collective backs yearning to control this nature…