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with the way this world is spinning, i am not sure whether this ride is for me or not, and i know i am not the only one to think this… what with all the chemicals that our authorities get convinced to put into our water supply, and a tightly monitored grip on our daily lives via the police state and surveillance worldwide, yet still we are seeing freedoms and liberties disappear after the last has gone and there are no others worthy of filling the role played Here… no accurate training but a basic run-through of what does what to keep most things from going wrong, but to utilize this knowledge to create harmony requires experience which cannot be attained right away, much to the chagrin of employers everywhere… no more professionals just workers united to produce more junk that no one ever NEEDS to have, which does make us all artists in some regard in Andy Warhol’s words, but can leave the best and hardest working people we have left questioning why they are working so hard and what it is they are working toward… the toxic kinesis from one stage to the next in development of the perfected slave race to aid those ancient astronauts back from a time out of space, we build empires to satisfy our curious neuroses that speak of command and control over our peers, but that violent practice leads to revolt and destruction more often than not as it seeks to reach new insights… a standardized system ostracizes and confuses those not savvy enough to, or usually not energetic enough to complete the thoughts started by other incorporations of ideas, they drop the ball so-to-speak stalling the process of understanding unique details inestimably crude to the ordinary human being… it is the positive impulse that imbues us all with the creative potential, but it is the negative thrust that severs the real from the unreal in manifesting as our analytical and empirical selves, it is the being in-between two states that translates and interprets as the non-self might be used by these contrasting forces to define situations that occur… the inorganic reprocessing of materials has become big business in the modern world, but the cult of personality has reached a rotten piece of history in its hero worship of today, with our hollow facsimiles to the actual act of heroism taken for granted by our mock royalty on the celebrity train wreck we dub modern television entertainment… clogging the insides of our minds with soluble refuse that will take life times to pull apart with an uncertain degree of accuracy in the task, a firebrand to compel us to dance in place while we burn off the excess from off our faces, and we allow such compulsions on a massive scale to meter out the experimental fortunes made by these people we have become… creatures that can take so much from so very little, and yet what we hear from others informs an opinion that almost always is proven wrong or faulty at some point, we would like to think this series of events will be in our own lifetime even as the likelihood fades with the corrupted powermongers of the present system in place of real leaders and innovative thought… born not so much to fill another space in this machine, this social engine, but more or less to experience things for what they are as who i am then to express that as i interpret my reality for myself… the freedom of thought through which we can allow creative versions of ourselves at times to manifest and solve the problems we face in the every day of life Here, but there are those who feel it is their duty to subdue the nature that has served to enlighten human civilization for centuries as an unholy scheme to process the human soul into the energy that they require to feed into the incorporation one particular type of stasis to create a concrete standardized system that will keep only one wisdom on high while discarding other valid beliefs as occult, placing them underneath layers upon layers of esoteric and abstract symbol to lock into place a very elite subsection of culture into the roles of gatekeepers or perhaps sphinx is the more accurate term to apply Here… we need a new revival of these beings anyway, right?… solve the riddle or death to you, eaten by the ages of dust and rust and mischievous forces at the behest of their own twisted inspirations, but does not take much except sacrifice to succeed the lies that some can trade for human services… words are much stronger than they can appear to be… so many out there want to switch bodies for a moment, but we cannot do that in the space of the immediate in which we exist, we are incarnated representatives for the mighty forces that swirl and confuse all surrounding us in their details trailing and weaving together… we channel our efforts to reach what appears as an obvious destination to ourselves, that narrowed focal realm where the foreign becomes familiar to the few following that path to understanding something beyond themselves, but we can get entrapped by the distracting elements from all sides that evoke a different kinds of craving altogether… we are always having to explain away our stupidities that slip out from the vast abyss of mind as consciousness tests our mettle at all points in figuring out the weakness to be weeded out like a disease, what kind of animal is this that we have chosen to enter, but lodged within its violent tastes there are parts of the puzzle that reveal compassion and intelligence to such startling aspects that the human animal is deemed worthy of holy vision applied to the artifice of rank and order… then we go and fuck it all up again with a newer scenario than what could be previously realized, forcing all usable resources toward extinction for ambiguous plans that seem to make sense to only the select few building the vision into a dark reality, but we are Here as definite proof that it is impossible to control all of this diversity because there are paths destined for us to follow that do not have anything more than vague explanation… which leads us into the idea of some mortal massacre we have been shocked into putting our energy forth to assuage a cosmic prognosis that we never knew was out there waiting for us, and Here we are projecting all our fears and whims into a space out of time to retain a feeling of worth in the bleak vast of the cosmos that also holds the unlimited potential for so much more than merely human being, the myopic perspective we take for granted…

Thanks, khet.