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focal suspension.

dysfunctional behavior is the source AND result of these tedious parades of wicked scrub-like individuals who crop up like weeds to defeat the purpose of living Here, amidst the ignorant “flock” to get further “flocked” the fuck up into this machine that eats and processes its young to yet again declare the feudal rules through the air waving goodbye to a conscientious objection, and the harsh shepherd is just as human as we even as the perils of stardom and idolization come with their own price tag though it is nothing to suffer as a human only to be exalted into myth unlike those who are continuously suffering to serve the fragmented body of what IT is going on… the people scared of being thoughtful are the same people scarred by the hateful that lurks as intimidation through mental distortion, we have yet to reach a vision of the future because we have so much emotional turmoil to work upon as we break down the tasks byte by bit in an effort to abstract curiosity, and thus create a world of total truth in understanding that can appeal to our mind’s eye as the sight begins to match the dream but thoroughly unlike some overlay on top of what is already amongst us in these vivid cities/ states we have built to defend… with ways the old violent surges inertia of social engineering working against us to conform in this present awareness displayed, we are fodder for the cannon or rather canon or perhaps lexicon of laws as frequently used to be distorted in this very real situation as it ever unfolds around us, and ripples like a halo in reverse the pulse of the streaming signal goes in one ear and out of the other side uncommon in other animals as a theme screaming for some rebellion at the face… but some of us decide to not adapt to change like an animal adapting in the wilderness as most beasts have to which is a shame because of that potential burns that so brightly in the many, though because of others whose goals are fickle and abusive there are those lurking where fear and dread are guides on through this rancid underbelly which seems to rot and float about upturned every ten years or so, and this while the rest of us have to make due with what we have now while the sum small few profit the most from our energy and our labors which at times seems the twin cycles of past and future mixing subversively within the currency we view worshipping electrically as the Now sailing the seas of an adventure whether we like it or not… vomit over side if you feel like it will free one loose, sometimes the rough waves and more forceful of particles surge like a rocking thunder and lightning show that can send others overboard subsumed by a stormy obscurity, and an empty abyss throws many into bouts of vertigo from the harsh whirlwind of locomotion that can filter out the negative from the neutral skin of human chance when we witness all the worst traits writhing in others while venerating the best of a cultivated few simple determined types… this is not equality among the massive as they are wanting but cultivation of weakness straining to try for undermining the urge to what is not the rotten fruits from the ones bitter who make bids at holding back humanity because they had never reached their piece of the dream while alive in the living world, and no scribe or artist can define what each of us creates inside of ourselves as a purpose to combat the dark of an ignorant bliss as a blindness circulates around to those who choose an exit right from any sublime immaculate beginning, that purpose enlightens a candle of so(u)lar origin against all odds of betrayal and frenzy that accompanies the chaos as repugnant in nature as those gods and monsters swirl and dance macabre to found the formation of a civilization as we know it… so fueled by the angst and the tragedy of intoxicating forces inside my head, i write, this essay on the living throes for this plague-bearing civilized mind hived and halved for a proper consumption eating away at the internal reasoning systems… where did all of an active uncalculated mess ever begin as the mourning brings us prepared for the stars, the various selves are ghosts dropping off like flies as the swarm gets stuck on their herding instinct distinct to be accepted, rejected and devalued in a system that besets itself upon all the heads of a general authority on humanity that was raised never to be none the wiser from the twists in the story that was written and edited to hold up the bottom line for others to fall under… captured in the snare of fear and paranoia that peels away living…