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Survival of the Phattest.

the wellspring from which allies and enemies come is stuck in limbo, how low will we go to get where we choose to see ourselves, and the future is such a sketchy place unconfirmed in the field of vision i lay my eyes upon whereas the past is that anchor of certainty that sits at the bottom of this conscious experiment awaiting our return… the basic respect is learned by those who have the right connections, and too much the bulk of Man is shitty and treats others as friends to use them up into foes, the genius of ever-expanding genetic material used against us as we make our enemies out of ourselves as trained by the service-to-self survival hive… ideas of courtesy and respect are learned, and not easily acquired by those who give up that particular circuit for other patterns more to their taste, as the self experiences through us the different facets that teach in a strained position when there are no people willing to be patient with attention and intention intact together in active collaboration as this is the schematic to understanding the information… my shitty reserves of human compassion are stunted like glands not fully grown, i am always expanding with diminishing clarity my opinion on the real world tainted by the all-oppressive negative swill sloshing in the brain pan, but it is a fluidity charged with the nervous energy of things eternally in motion launching confusion at every open receptor there is… that no one can handle the pressure of the very real thing we are inside of should come as no surprise as we adapt to the technology in creative ways that further spawn newer aspects pushing out the elder ones like the backup feces through the intestines, whatever information was digested earlier gets out and absorbed by the rest of the continuity at work under conscious analysis, and the awareness exaggerates at times some of the details as plans are destroyed and reassembled Here in the nexus of consequence managing the human theater of interaction that alternately kills us and raises our perspective high as made through assessments of the sense so-called ‘feeling’ by the spent spermatozoa at our feet as the ages still wear on with the grandiose grindstone in the sky wearing things sharp and angular with gravitas as to show how serious this whole thing is for all of us to understand clearly… when we cannot find the words, we become lost within this mental sea of confusion layered with various language choices acting as empires from which to create the manned empirical studies we take for granted in this civilized deception, the ides of starch have stiffened our lips into silence over the everyday atrocities that hit us square in the face with all the nazi models on their missions to conform society into taking the substance of reality for granted, but without realizing the option to change what remains of detriment while parading around in missionary positions for the new world order in the process… illuminated or not the floodgates are wide open and convulsing like a mouth with tender lips gently calling you closer to this message without the preconceived judgment that human beings are quite capable of in any time period, the animal cunning haunts that moral center of genuine courtesy and respect of the life of everything as all worlds break down only to reform in different patterns within a matter of seconds respective of presence in the great cycle of the all of things at once, and it is this ‘Buckaroo Banzai’ conjunction that pulls us into the maelstrom as it passes along in the cosmic see of sentient forms rearranged this time around tugging the balance into various directions differing by intention as though without any conception of good or evil on this neutral autopilot setting… wherever will this plane be landing when we finally reach a valid destination worth our stopping for longer than what it means to have a human life cycle even Here where it doesn’t seem to matter much to grow against the grain of the world, and the world is always adapting to us just as we are adapting to it without the required judgment we might say is necessary even as we act out harsh rebuke on all people not following the standard of commonwealth only turning once again to the banners and flags flying over turrets and towers with fealty testing humanity all over again in opposition to the kindness and compassion of the real animal bonds we share, a huge oversight on the part of the authority we are supposed to respect even as they choose not to respect us therefore nothing is mutual between human paradigms…

Thanks, khet.