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i hear trash be worded like magical spelling out the ‘future is bleak’ to our children living in the world left over for the paid spinners of weaving a web of working deceit, the new function of a humanity replete with sacrificial juices to a bursting state of vacated waste that leaves the youth tragically castrated by the famine and pestilence chosen by the few when not thinking of the many that are Here too, but we must not shy away from embracing the unclean aspects of self that kick up the dust that can bury some of us in deep pools of misunderstood truth in trust for your neighbor… raising hell and high waters for a rebellious yell that keeps some of us still fingered as the scapegoat for this so-called ‘new world order’ that fails to impress anyone of worth impressing other than those fuckers who want to be as men with balls in their hands, and a smirk for the rest of hard work general plans made by other more forward thinkers for those times then while the others continue not to care unless it affects them somehow into making the people moved uncomfortable with the world always in motion around them, my speaking as a muted voice in your own head that takes no joy or pride now that i am dead alive inside the memes that translate this vital message that to place things in the works for changing whether anyone else is ready for it or not… a simple see-ya-later and you are gone as i sit Here in the meaning behind those gleaming objects that rise above us so discreetly under our noses, or perhaps it is the lust for the sex and the flesh that you desire as your involution revolves only around one source of entertainment while finding peace inside of this Self as formed out of other pieces of dreams as believed one day would occur, the outside world version of you is this thing that could be displaced rather easily as it is a small real time projection from the greater mass of the actual you that has been Here forever as the personal you evenhandedly experiences this daft miasma of all the parts at once just upon the periphery from the human viewpoint… a horizon we may never reach from this centered perspective filled with all the shapes and symbols necessary to stage an escape sooner than later from this watery grave, the dreams get recycled when they cease to live up to the lightness of being which brings their essence in contact with the gravity to this realm perhaps, and the confrontation with matter knocks us to some primal state where our suffering and triumph on the individual level registers in that spiritual space that reflects our progress and learning in some cases revealing that selfish and courageous urge to rise above the muck and the grunge that falls onto those of us who are many bearing the burden for the few that have the time to sort their plans… it is irrational to think that people could ever get away freely with murdering millions even if the act is committed through other hands, or stealing the wealth while even the smallest percentage of the customers trust banks without thinking their monies were being spent without some kind of ulterior motives in this big banking scam that has proliferated, finally wallowing in its death throes as the system it thought was foolproof failed and still fails as the crumbling bits fall apart and down from the ivory tower with the rest of the gargoyles up there… thinking perhaps that their physical position vertically as an apt substitute for how benevolently godlike a corrupt person might lead themselves to believe, but once there is a disavowed relationship to the humanity one is naturally part of then that is where the trouble begins to warp and ripple the reality for all other human doings as opposed to just human beings sulking over their indecisive behavior as their false savior collapses in around them, maybe this is where we need to draw a line between the active and passive members of this movement we can refer to as humanity because that is the final greatest cause worth fighting for beyond all wars and dramatic shaping in cloak-and-dagger tactics… those who are the human doings are on the verge of breakthrough by actively opposing that which surrenders our rights and compassion for profit as the bottom line as corruption turned the wheel of industry early on, but it has been the placid acceptance of the system as is that has choked the creative life out of the Muse allowing us all to become passive conduits for destructive intent that tries to defy the will of humanity as it proceeds with love at its base, in order to undermine and become absolutely subversive of that once tried and true glamor now representative of the sacred chaos that is a daily passage of sacrifice for that golden ratio…

Thanks, khet.