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ridiculous this Religiosity.

the velocity at which speeding memes from a religious diatribe swing and manipulate the malleable plasma of the mind, the shy strongman laughs as he cries as the pain recedes inside for just these bitter and used-up moments from the shallow side replies of a liar and faker trying to make something appear before the eyes into shapes that will wake the mind from this sedative state that lies to the inside of the meat trying so very hard to describe itself with as few dishonest words as possible this time, but the negative emotional reaction is a difficult one to allow to subside as the waves turn into sharp little particles that stab the nerves alive to a screaming cacophony of spasms and anxieties that ease the brain in specific ways making the animal i am to cringe in the wake of fringe beliefs confronting the soiled void that replaces some hearts in this mechanical surging violence that tries to purge the germ of humanity from this planet’s face… disturbed by distraction from the more modern pursuit as is current with the proper credentials to replace the ones lost like marbles from that wellspring of favored things that hides only in my mind’s eye that gives it peace when the signals make sense by transmitting the essentially necessary ideas that practically last for only seconds at a time before they fade away again into the background noisome display eating into a lazy spin of motion entwined with razor’s edge as the moments themselves disappear again and again, following only the momentary chain of events that seem to jerk to both a start and stop in sequence with the psychodrama engulfing the rest of the world as the convolutions of all these financial pirates with vampire teeth setting sail on the open see of people to steal and suckle from the weaker things in this species while they can get the most for their intermingled energies, and only while another large percentage of humanity can turn a blind eye to its own kind for the most part allowing the suffering of all the intrusive royal examples made centuries old before that political system swallowing all of us Here with its waves of misdistributed wealth among the classes at work as those social forces in the world… in a primeval example of hive mind beast-in-the-human animal kinds of power struggles for which many real myths are devised from tandem realities developed over centuries of actual penmanship by scribes who were probably monks studiously recreating texts long after the relevance to human activity has long died out as the creature glorifies powers of destruction above many others which would allow a betterment of the whole, leaders die and leave nothing but some remains and a lot of questions whereas a movement without definite delivery system of orders cannot be taken for absolute truth right away as the shine must be gradually taken in from the most unnatural of access points or nodes in the human metaphysical terrain, and at times the place of actual beasts formed from out of the darkness of the imagination although at times which defy imagination in intriguing ways altogether quite imaginative as few lunatics will ever agree on the same picture… the random factor that none of our analytical systems can rationalize to death as a means of preserving a rare instinct after writing an essay about some part of the daily routine of the creature that would remain unknown otherwise as that WAS the last of its kind, meaning that the author could take a literal authority into their hands and change the actuality as their whim would strike whether in fits of mad laughter or not when worshiping the figure instead of the effort, but do we get along just fine without some afforded spiritual guidance that isn’t bunk?… the question may frighten those who feel as though they are not ready to receive a new mission in life as the only god they received was sent through a person who became a symbol himself, but too many read too literally into the works that have been edited and sewn together in too many versions that spell out absolutes when the human anticipation for mystery is vaguely fed by the writings supposed to be relative but not direct words from a dead savior, depicted splayed upon a cross covered in proper fashion whose ghost tries reaching from the grave to represent holy greatness even as he inspires fear…

Thanks, khet.