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…to abide by rule and Rhythm…

…satiated Here we are in the flow of tide, in conditions within an hour’s reach extending through the minutia that tedium implores us to explore more fully than thought as these are the fleshly instruments of debris caught in the gravity of force to fulfill the currency that fails to meet the needs of the massive distinct from those cowardly few who evaporate into selfish reasons pulling the vast resources for themselves and their circles of power-mongering situationists trying to impel command over the other objectified denizens locked into a surety convinced that everything else is worse than where we are right now, cancelling out opposition in a disposable cultural cartridge that can never be replaced but always gets revised and updated by naive servants both digitally as much those present in the skin and bones that will carry us to our cliff side with deathbed screams to echo behind us as we each take turns to fall… a righteous flotsam to divide and conquer and perhaps concur all together the sacrifice necessary to defeat the evil within ourselves while looking toward other idols to distract the idle minds as they perceive themselves in the reflections of the screen, a clown’s death with painted on tears dripping down to where heart is on my sleeve wiping away the wet the emotional debt i used to rage against when my body let me know that something was terribly wrong desanctimonious and i could not run away from the faces like feces schmeared upon the screen-lit smiles vapidly humming electrical wire sound trickling in from the empty surround that envelopes us with signals symbolic of the dread inherent in living through these lenses, and each a differing sight to behold if only for the fleeting moments we have Here though not always in listening to one another but to our own voices sometimes do we ever become aware of what a vessel like this can truly contain without being spilled as those cliches of milk… and yet still in my hesitancy i succumb to flickering visions one might call ‘ideas’ that trade from thing to thing and mind to mind attempting to assuage the guilt inherent with these thoughts derived from all places where seeking and the journey and curiosity are an interminably-linked chain fence to cage us ensnared by the vibrant enchantment that wields a mighty credit to its nature somewhat separate though not quite literally enough to be a thriving vine of stalking out of true nature’s imminent mass, more real sometimes than either you or eye or again the thoughts of localized distraction guiding us through the marrow of that gradual ebbing sliding rise calling us out of our skin by will of a singularity we each find enclosed inside the warm pulsing dark depth under clothes and surface of bone to reveal a greater nanotechnology we have barely discovered, the unknown that scares us is us and our variations and alternate sanctions or sacred glimpses to lure astray the wasted or those whom have wasted their timESPace without thinking once while Here and running amok amongst the masses to terrorize through the indefinitely grotesque labors that access the excess of our distress an aim to destroy vision no matter the insight as all things devolve into the think void from whence they ascribe a holy source or energy cycling through the aeons… killing the jokes so tragic they must end, but why stop there when the urgent demolition gives way to cogent solvency to take responsibility, unstable chains enable me to refuse any ability while fragile to respond…

thanks, khet_:/