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Something For Nothings.

Who are these people?…Jerks and bastards and creatures of the unpleasant kind surround us at all times, but their personalities can deceive us…What more filth has this digital world helped create?…Or merely even just access to these “free” ideas openly…spreading the viral wavelengths of the organism everywhere we can…Even as the breeds interrelate, and create more credit for the god money’s pocket of indebted souls, the brimstone and sulfur incense from macabre hellfire burn…The giant cloven fury of the beast’s lunacy as it rips out the spirit of whole generations living and dead, all to be deleted at the nimble claw of fear and sorrow, and I wonder who creates these living levels of hell?…It reeks of all of us, the whole bestial lot of us, but animal cannot be to blame for it is the only still natural part of us…The breakdown of humanity lies in the distance of the mind’s eye from the matter at hand, an unavoidable situation that confronts the subject to this real world, and something that must be dealt with serious focus…Revealing no unique side to one’s self, no darker side to fuck things up with negativity, and handling carefully one’s own ripple in this tapestry of souls…Take advantage of the rest of us, that’s all they do to subvert us and our ideas, and then talk back to us like their the leaders…This is not a last battle, and this is not the final role that we’ll be able to play into the total harmony of this plane, where there is a natural balance…Advantages can throw many surging souls into undiscovered realms of fearful exploit, and affect them deeply enough to traumatize their respectable natures, creating friction and tension in the warping absence of emotional harmony…Whether the steps taken push one closer to a truth, or take you away from the practical world, you still reside within the bounds of a place that can encapsulate a reality extending further than you or I could see…Someone is out there planning the artificiality of the rest of humankind within a solid, dry gray hardening of the soul, and becoming chrome in reverse as an inner painful wish for a lifetime, the perfection of appearance and definition once again…The digital world creates slaves…Slaves to another unknown built-in prison… Something for nothings and your shit for free…Our reality today if we let it be, following a path of least resistance, and killing ourselves for nothing at the end…All to harmonize with the other side of our balancing act, a complete emulsion with all sides at once, and all this in order to further an understanding of a simple god…Is it natural to change everything into categorized and fully-functioning models of what was real at one time?…We are the ground up…

Thanks, khet.