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something Stricken.

no good reasons for pious undermining of human quality, even by degrees we are ensnared with our own achievements, and with those possibilities we render ourselves incapable as we go along… multi-tasking beyond our means until the gasp of depleted momentum, the dejected expression of this human meat requires compassion for success, but will accept failure in conjunction with distress when no outstanding achievement is noted… by-product of the hallucinating parts of our minds, whether the induction of such states under influence of DMT or some other psyche-freeing substance, the strike of the ground to meet us is excruciating when we realize what to do next… craving models to build our ideas of living upon, a structure we just want to forget about when the amount of time passes where we have no immediate need for the knowledge gleaned, and it is on the surface of this plateau that we acquire a divorce from our idea of data absorbed by this means… organizing the thoughts in order of their priority, even as the priorities shift from one hand to the other, but what impedance from this charging tirade out of the mouth of the philosophers stoned… to extol that an inkling of the just and righteous is within me is purely false advertising on my part, but there are other parts to perhaps look toward when contemplating a phuture so phat and deep with a sleeping fortune of tortured contortions, the imagination stirs a beast that waits in the farthest shadow reaches of personal time and space… the conundrum with fated, heavy ponderous steps gauges the moves forward in checkmate, and the sobering opponent deals out the cards necessary to raise the ante in this life or death game of bored players… the chiseled hide locked inside the cage of awestruck amazement might be a retrovirus, but under what life shall it lead its next victims, do the aliens observe us merely as prey?… an alchemy to this weird trick of the mind and body, foolishly granted the abilities to change everything with the wisdom and magic that the general law will allow, and soon enough the waves will reject this constant lapping at the feet of demon-gods that chaos and ignorance has allowed this current state of leadership to be acceptable since perhaps FDR’s reign… the chaos culture technique under which we are leaving makes it quite easy to be unaware of all the basic things we need to know as a society together, thanks to the centuries of progress via the adventurous endeavors before us, but these particular successful wagers against failure seem rather singular in comparison with the overall number of attempts at the focus of understanding within all fields of interest or study the world over… the spinning of world affairs on the tip of a thumb, as the pie slides down into the palm of the sinister hand, and all essence of truth seems dim to the results of any heir apparent anywhere… the insolvency of mind as barrage of thought-forms shoot forward to remind of a certain something that is there… trying to force out al erroneous material that does nothing to solidify the strands of escape from a numb worldview sapping the crowning energy of the individual’s strength, supplanting the consistent with the disposable consumption of real time activity, but are we not all guilty of this established trickery?… the living wealth of a culture resides in the people we become even through the antisocial warp zones that appear as obstacles in our progress today, but it is exactly the same as it was in ages of the yesterday idea, telling us that we are oh-so-close to the reason…

Thanks, khet.