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…weathering the Porcine…

…our porcelain gods risen from the linoleum fascist ceramic thrones built for butt cheeks to be placed time and again Here as the sphincter relaxes depositing the payload reserved for such activities whether fully lit in the false phosphorescence harnessed by human diligence and activity to see clearly even when one does not want to because appearance is the first impression we make upon others whether we think that means anything or nothing at all to sit and defecate in the darkness as primordial meditation utilizing the whole body to squeeze and push through that destiny our physical forms require, and Here is the payoff when freedom of movement is restored it is this same such lesson that applies to the body politic as well pent up with aggression or distress when the actions of the greater bureaucracy caters to the wiliest of villains as long as they are willing to toe the line to some extent while subject to all the rules and laws of this state of being caught in a tempering phase of life trying to find someone almost anyone to confide in even though betrayal is too frequent to assume naive intentions to begin with Here, attempts at doing better than the previous lifetimes that perhaps one has participated in since your energy was first loosed into the universe where liberal discretion has led some to resolve conflict with violence without understanding the repercussions left resonating from such remote last resorts ideally serving no one’s interests while stuck inside of this shitty whale of a series of systems one might not be wrong in calling it an organism what with so many variable yet similar interlocking and moveable parts and partnered together Here while bodies still work for us in the meantime being lost in thought… the pressure this interwoven discrepancy creates rippling through subtle connections hosted in these digital “psykick dancehalls” so empty physically of shelter or psychically no love or emotion from a computational algorithmic design promoting advertising to lure in the participants at first bite addicted to the ill communications passed amongst us by a new digital oral tradition whose lore becomes modern myth acquiring any means to the end as archived data to upload into the cloud whereby which one might somehow equate to concepts of an afterlife nirvana or even hell-biased subjective suspension of disbelief if for only a brief moment, subdued by those counting and keeping track of the seconds wasted in details combining efficiency with a metaphor for the recycling of souls as though this were some commonplace conceptual fertile soil which allows for these myriad abstracted things to flourish in nature’s embrace reconstituting and recapitulating zygotic faces from the cosmic fluid into substantial beings Here reduced to fundamental elements that feed the machine what it requires to keep pumping babies and chemicals and other exotic caustic things in which to house its menace and ulterior motives best while throttling the glorious whole of humanity in some atrociosexual deadlock, in extremes without thinking about them because they are tied to us all tightening and frightening at the same time when the tensions build to such a degree that not one of the many can help from screaming both in pain and fear as the worst of what has happened always lurks as plausible to happen again Here defining further ages without question until the light shines through this bleak darkness to reveal more than sadly quasi-permanent ultimatums making us hasty in our decisions to retreat from any of the multiple social innuendoes that steal our joy left perpetually frustrated…

thanks, khet_:/