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Remember, the End of Sexy.

two weeks into the shift to dirty-faced angelic feats of facial display brings on the swagger of the old bearded resemblance that has in fits gone out of its way to let the personal feelings fly into the known universe with rage and hate fueling the pitching with a tone to slither and to penetrate the ear and mind to mold a new personal frame of context from which new patterns grow beyond the threshold to appear as actual life, the body forms only as the externalized organism prior to the idealized vessel of a now-dominant consciousness to which open many possibilities translated and visualized and executed as individuals born and commanding a nearly functional parameter of the Now in further understanding for the larger conscious swing of polarities constantly adapting the raw power of knowledge to the animal world, but then a savage emotional undertow flushes curling spirits and souls of all forms into the swirl and fluctuating particulate real of a material universe where multitudinous neural pattern varieties are channeling energy to and from many other organic networks and levels of circuitry within the use of the overall system… we are the human clone always searching for an obvious projection of perfection to last the ages as certain symbol of reality to be guided and carved by the chosen artisans behind the dark curtains of secret ritual, personal performance act as the counter-balance to false modes of wisdom which twist and worm in the brains of men working the human electric devil like a puppet to fuel the dishonor in detailed displays and reenactments on the grand scale a cruel theater would require to happen correctly, or at all for that matter as things do not manifest cheaply even as cultures of quick disposal have aspired to for centuries on end as their history might have us to believe in cryptic classroom settings of betrayed logic and lore declassified for the general public to absorb and ignore… if those books have taught us anything it fosters distrust in the senses of a ruling system and the class that controls it from among beaten-down hordes as amassed against the walls of a faltering segregation and omnipresence wielded by a structure that insists on its own type of fortune, the aged cling to their fascist idolizations of youth and a splendor which is timed right with the rest of a blind system’s owned flippant fixation formed into vapid consumer truths that only seem to manifest perfectly in those laboratory sales settings where most holy commerce meets the wisdom of ages raised on these dying sinister television culture metaphors to believe only what we are told by the sold-out liars requiring the money to buy their future’s next step, and especially sold are the panicked features of the coherent elderly in a mad rush to stay up to date on those latest trends in order to imbibe of that orgasmic juicy wooing fruit of the loins for which some might just simulate a rejuvenation of youth as placebo only to realize it is a form of mental masturbation much later on when a “science” prevails in favor of those who disbelieve the claims that are made… such decadent fate as fading vision lost in time, the image of filthy hippie apostle of the beard as favored by pirates and buccaneers alike in those sea voyages long distant to us now even as the apparent image burns with us in historical tales still, but there is nothing more to fear from this time frame other than the appearance of one so shaggy that they do not fit into the present paradigm of the clean-shaven well-manicured ideal of an inoffensive polite resemblance made popular with a trendy regime of business-suited professional appeal to amplify an opportunistic confidence en vogue as of this new phase of the revolt… omnipotence as wielded by human interpretation of a scripture that insists on its own validity as a work of unquestionable value, but it is that side of the Self that tries to condemn the parts it deems to lack sense or any specific set credence moved aside for consecration into the shitty conformist plot that has these dimensional beings such as you and i making a barely sustainable wage while forgetting just what points are vital in this life without disregarding the importance of suffering as a lifestyle that leads to winnings not all are worthy of bringing to bear as the sorrows shed away regret and guilty feelings misunderstood by most… are we to be subjected to all the degrading efforts managed by others who would see us done harm in the betterment of this real time space into genuine working relationship with all other forces heavily laboring?… the detachment from this real world illusion gives us some access to other worlds sitting parallel and perpendicular to our own gilded paradigm as paradise from other oppositive viewpoints as nodes connected like dots to map a picture of the universal, the billboreds plastered with faces misshapen and manipulated in a digital seen sacrifice while the real of us are killing ourselves to keep in step with those imaginary projections from the material void to hold us in the oblivion, and the ideal being as just a figment until the appropriate changes can be made Here where the idiot flesh that clings to our bones does not go on to influence the ranges of our mind if we can help it at all… there are no smart people inducted into this “game” of chance we allow ourselves to participate in as what advantages there are all seem to be on the enemies’ side if we choose to believe the hype… as dysfunction is everywhere…

Thanks, khet.