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the Argument for Respect.

everything is Here in order to impart simple lessons as deeply into the cultural psyche as it needs to be, releasing these thoughts at various intervals which causes the conscious atmosphere to warp around all of the individuals on the planet, and for those that figure out that there are many secrets like gifts accessible through the exposed pulse of reality there in the heart between the worlds… as if somehow all of these layers superimposed upon each other made-up some actual objective reality, but this is why we invest so much the essence of ourselves in acknowledging ‘art’ in its entirety as a most valid interpretive form of abstraction as it aids in the digestion of these remnants of the past as parts of an imposing detail are flushed into the present in a raw attempt to shape the future into a neutral form of coherence that will not sunder hopes and dreams as some kind of a collapsible structure to be resurrected again and again as though a raised tent revival to win over the small-minded and gullible person inside of us all, and trying to understand the spiritual tithe that is taken from the ones who believe that an exchange of that magnitude can be done without some kind of a consequence… the madness of the counter-logic in the balance of all things as all parts of the same pendulous swing that spins the whole insipid dissonance along, as threatening to fall apart makes the other pieces move but the aid of logic becomes the glue that allows for retaining of this stability that is often taken for granted and overlooked, but it is unfair to arm oneself with knowledge of all the loopholes as well as human laws so jaded from their concrete straight jacket restrictions implying that only a specific number of lives may ever be saved as from presupposed apocalypse death of the earth and everything on it is still as yet completely absurd and without end it seems… the slow stoned mind comes to perceive these things in ways that are distracting from the normal scope of the accepted average that finds a mantelpiece glory at the drop of a hat in the entertainment ecology blinding its denizens with such dark lights as revealed bouncing from such abyssal features reaching to cannibalize the meat of the issues surrounding our thoughts, we make ourselves empty by giving these thoughts over to the deity figured as it eats away into our field of dreams with static delights purged from the universal psyche to be exploited without acknowledging the resonance of such an action rippling through every other act after that, and denatured the human moves swiftly to deaden the pain aching from the last humane nerve that stands exposed to the cold elements as they whip a weakened worldview into whatever shape there is a subconscious desire to form from the massive of people Here as one organism alive all at once… the atmosphere burns with a Seussian abstraction to fit the atrocious metaphor it becomes when nothing else remains of the once imperious urge to dominate the competition with glee and the malign joy of villainy that comes with the peaking of the decadent aristocracy in place to set all other political fury on its ear to the rail as though listening for the train of thought about to come, but there is no distinct pattern there among the most terrible whores among as we who appear as the Doomed standing utterly opposed by the outright rape of all resources available as passing harbingers of a destiny dense with the oppressive stink of death breathing with vested interest in the affairs of human endeavor as an angel in the wings waiting for a just cause to reveal itself to the humanized substance in its repulsion of most other courageous actions taken many steps beyond what one can effectively “stomach” the absolute precise and true details taken to their literal conclusions, the human is an effective tool for the substance that has evolved alongside multicellular levels that have made up the human experience for centuries the animal “evolution” that took place from the alien echelons perhaps yet another science fiction casualty made real by the experience of this Damned machine of diversity in reality the perpetual system of struggle that reshapes souls and spirits alike as one works from the energy of the other in a rather symbiotic ritual that retains its structure midst the humanity as stands ignorant to this day…

Thanks, khet.