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life as a double Negative…

not only does ‘negative’ urge unseen forces through a strong invocation weighing heavily clouding one’s eyes from clear truths starkly affected by this equilibrium taking responsibly for oneself under one smug swung whisper of that guillotine-sharp pendulum raging to reap of soul reward releasing treasured lives lost to memory and dreams the elemental dusts cosmologically between the material and the compressed vastness we call space or even philo-spiritually vague terms such as ‘void’ with safely applicable meanings as attached within as much fair warning as possible before the use of words and what they can all be capable of under those various contexts listed by conjecture and media skumm cursing ragged as the depths are trawled and crawling their way to topmost knot of stress not seen by these scene torn faceless amidst their own massive style of anonymity fashioned out of the former fascist ideals slipped subliminal message treating the pain blind as it condemns the rest of the world as this potential tribe laid to waste by the hands of Mankind, the skilled assassin hounding jackals while the backup of others in as similar form crafted by psycho-politiical culling of the herd to summon those better than best at the role of death dealer to enemies of whatever state pays the best in their utmost capacity devised as the ultimate weapon by few of the military-industrial-commercial plague are these modern dark ages acts of indiscriminate release and testing in its complex stages trying to track and catalogue human reactions ranging the breeding spectrum of alchemical historic weight as much that foul reserved preservative used within most foods acting as supplements to a feasting festive abundance retrofitted to act with as little nutrient but that highest possibility for a fitting profit margin no matter how weak an opposing argument for the bottom line acquisitioned by all powers-that-be coming to fruitions by the labor they achieve through any and all a means forcing all of us to meet their demands with nothing of a sense for respect or compassion passed along or taught in all the psycho-reactive tease of existence as that shuffle forth in front of us, and yet the front of this new war on psychodrama becomes clearly a boundary not meant for this strange curse set upon humanity tagging it with bold sounds and colors though as very few actual stripes to speak of connecting any contexts between a bridge and a barricade whether unconditional love conditioned to a certain set of parameters casting off the subtle layers for those outright a locked next level of the virtual reality we play within hoods of adult perhaps way too often as masks to defend our own ideas of sensibility… ruined running havoc on our potential abilities barely reaching the fruit from which these obsessions protrude grasping like new born fecal masses can tumor the tastes parents have ethics detailed raising fetid flowers on the funereal setting laid trap killing mortal wants shiny behind tinted dark glass scrying future consequences knowing wisdom doubts that damns us circulating some supportive trust in people, and the events invented a relay for the world communicating efficiently gone astray while about the distance from Here to there shaken by the processes playing au pair time and again bullying us into our place to be systematically overtook by the bitter herbs that bleach and heal those wounds left by a similar systemic dysfunction naturally administered by the skilled physicians a weak protocol to restore the power to only a severed few elite hands…

Thanks, khet.