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dazed for Summer.

distinctly mocking what is held in sacred emotional states, the beliefs of the personal shatter the mold imposed by collective thought and control, but the catch-and-release policy for human beings is highly limited and behind the times as they are now… a complex weave of fibrous materials that we can neither explain nor contain with a viable model of simulated antics (simantics, perhaps)… the linguistic parts of our consciousness are limited before learning the pieces have relevancy amidst the throes of the ego-driven majority planning assaults on the human psyche… we must end this diseased oppression that makes the sickness too serious to bear by this society as a whole, and it is the fault of the individual in not bringing to the forefront the wrongs to be corrected in the capitalist cesspool, our money is nowhere to be found in our pockets as labor translates directly into sustainability… the dueling sides alive inside the divided person’s mind, conceive the fantastic strictness of which we uphold as holy this ideal of perfection unrelenting from the false god force that tries to ignite the world into flames, and hell on earth would not be that far away from today… thinking outside the concept of fighting fire with fire takes embracing and retraining our violent nature as the emotional heat sparks new difficulties in retaining the motivation to positive change, we find ourselves without even a retarded leg to stand upon, but we are not gone from this place yet… the sacrifices have been made many times over, whether they were the living or dead or inert or in motion, but still the ‘uppers’ try to shake the ‘lowers’ into a status where they/ we are “purely” driven by the pseudo-real need to consume something or everything… the problem is always more than merely perceptual Here, and we confront confusion and distraction on an everyday basis, the swinging sickle cell action makes the indigo children afraid to bleed for their desires… less practical and more creative in this age of saints among humans, requiring specimens of human evolution that can both read and calm the emotions of that spectrum that renders us all at conflict with each other, and suppression of these ideas will only cause more pressure to bring on the revolution again… the studied revolt of the casual observer will note a change in the air before there is an epic turn towards the unforeseen directions that will denote such a cultural paradigm shift, we even see and take for granted the signals that pass between the televised information and our own gray matters, and allow them penetrate our minds with ease just to see what it is like… these are the joys of the unwary human machines that are the real zombies out there in the daylight, moving without a single thought because their minds are a piece of the hive, and these roving energy suckers will try to convert anything into the sustenance that suspends them in this reality, living vicariously through bodies that are not their own… a rotting spirit to be sure, but no one ever needs to become this diseased organic portal without a reason, and some reasons are much worse than many others as these are usually the few that survive disasters like nuclear cockroaches… lecherous creatures without form whose release comes from the sweltering heat blasting upon our skins collectively, this percolating effect hits us square where the fatigue lands when we least expect it, and with it rises from that cold and sinister cesspool deep in our darkest heart as a collection of hateful angry bubbles rises in the water… these tuns of rage in the blazing waves of summer heat eats us up into terrible fits, consuming what we choose not to see with our deeper eyes, and so the least of us are doomed to repeat where we fail to perceive…

Thanks, khet.