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the demon luck general law throws out edges the frays of fringe splitting the warp and weft free of their respective allies when gods and monsters walk the earth among us that fights the shifting pulse trade between power and the fiery range we think our conceptual abilities of control create in overlapping imp of perversions converting maxims upon minute details into ratios that then balance out from the godly conundrum tumbler pieces cycling through fragments of a purpose possessing these instincts before the intellect meta-ecto-morphing through the various tricks cutting into bullshit scheming of rules that your broke kinship relates to others conforming to certain stirred surreal opportunities as these reality tunnels woven together in formats that make no sense if not until experienced Now easy as it is to stay ignorant to strains imperceptive of the truths as expressed trip through moments, our lives as informational biblio-technical held displayed within the cosmic amber of dark matter suspended as each story another chapter deeply written into the vibrational identity of the akashic record spinning forth by the fingertips going back and forward against the light of the sun creeping over as a depth many tribes have called ‘sky’ and other words in native tongues lost to the lasting touch of magic in our lives secreted away for the purpose of strange details that have torn whole beings into material manifestation manipulating bugs with a mission separate to humanity trying to define order as a plausible version of reality breaking on waves anchored in the ocean of souls water spouts swirling tornadoes underwater while sending cryptic motions mutating the fishes from animals into their symbolic counterparts of today, but if omnivorousness is to be considered next to godliness instead of that false fate first of cleanliness localized into the hands of humanity before these great and perilous atomic ages that lay ahead left to bring signals picked up by that genuine engine of our psychic charisma dramatically positioning us on the board between the bored people and the meat in the streets selling discrete versions of their pleasure ride ricocheting as the spastic afterthought in service to a potential disease captured when the truly vulnerable states we can enter unaware becomes a larger portion of these mighty contagions accrued by how long it took us to write the actual words in ways that could be understood by more parts than merely a brain which exudes electro-magnetic as transmitter tuned to unique frequencies of each individual paying attention… thus being ‘crazy’ makes us want saving by their standards decided for us before the ways we have wormed into the hearts of our relatives challenging by sometimes rebellion solely to save one’s own soul from a bliss on repeat as a hell might seem if released unleashed creating a victim of self we may liken to the ‘beast’ gone into a frenzy in front of the wrong people and their people to then be held totally accountable for the smashed fury crashing through sudden suspense then faces grey with disbelief that this could be as one of those devilishly intense phases we all read about or see on tv allowing us a pseudo-experience through the viewing, but we are still reactionary puppet heads used to represent our districts when given the chance though good leaders are still very difficult to find and the times are far in between such years of any offices on magnitude of that authority which seems to have never been taken seriously against the grain of the cabinet’s policy makers managing of biased lobby-bound trauma hounds once liberties were made clear as crystallized or petrified in place under the current elder statesmen who come straight out of the business class brutalists flinging around their cards as if their weight were heavier than hot err while still utilizing recessive abilities passed off down along this roiling river of rapidly overlapping cycles of life as reticent seeds drifting along as hidden children carefully realizing no cares through their lives in the shape of both honesty and lies intermingled in casual strangulations of fact, gaining tract by meeting demands of both a quality and conformity catering to our masters of nothing fathers of rusting distrust funds practically and financially astute though spiritually cancerous of tact toward anyone so close to their painful jabs that the wounds become nests holding on to strain and regret to the point of a blank forgetful rage that acts the catalyst forms of gremlins and grotesque phases that take on a living dread all of their own whether intentional factor of manifestations autonomically forced out of those lips as spoken dynamite lighting up the skies as explosive expelling exercise of one’s own dementias clapping collectively as sounds only self can hear Here…

Thanks, khet.