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TheArtOfPsychotropicalia…

so the softer things are the attractive ones even if the rough and angular edges are still attached somehow, the curvature of the structure in spite of the scraping against artistic lines made even by the sharpest insight into ‘how the mechanics work’ like that will get one to better understand the whole experience of living, but self-biased luck found constrained into an order being inflicted upon this society as owned by the intruders playing all of us for saps… others of us are taking what the rest earn by making us feel as though we were NEEDED to be a token for granted in the participation with the rest of this social mess turned digital network so abrupt yet so quickly and ingeniously constructed, the only way to free oneself from this bizarre disbelief that is in an interdependent relationship with the manifest humanity has been to allow “space” for mind and body and soul to be suspended separately while still within the solid confines of the spatial body, and this usually is only to be enacted as a form of life-changing passage rite to adulthood in most cultures whose previous stance on the thing called ‘humanity’ as opposed to this supposed civilized nationality which has rejected ‘ancient knowledge’ steadily in the last two thousand years or so since… the debacle involving remnants of both bestial and social humanity as ritual myths began to change again since their primitive resemblance to interpreting the mutation of humanity from the base animal roots to the present aspect acting as social cog in the manicured machinations of production energized by the animal need to be freed and expressive contrasting with social awareness in the odd consciousness we still very rarely comprehend completely, some of this ‘ancient knowledge’ has been manipulated in the many ages two world wars have recreated the atmosphere of a para-noir feeling ensnaring the drifting and easily distracted bliss of the human path to define the individual experience as the single unique mind moves among the rest of the cattle-ized massive, but cannot differentiate the one from the whole even as the see of people closes in around again in a disappearing wake that eclipses each step taken forward to innovate the movement lost in thought… as we are all lost in thought these days, my unseen friends, now that the end of our days has been repeated and reversed again and again like a loop that was meant to never end even as the psychology of human has grown bored with this thing that has been to make a newness real with some kind of enthusiasm or zeal despite the truth of the words being false at first… the head bobs along nodding to the retreating sounds made musical in the confines of one’s own mind where things might take time to relocate once the energy is used to find a more relevant place of fact that works well with that present practical focus defined, we are the rare creatures to take this seasonal cycle for granted indignation at how special we each are as the system wants us to believe as achievers we only need aim for ‘just right’, and paid to turn no attention towards the distracting measures of truth that volley in from hidden sources as much as from the instinct inside one’s own head as the guts need work when there is less confidence to go around some days like this… excrucifixating (excruciatingly fixated) on the need for psychoactive religious experiences like the ancient have been doing since they found the natural tools that all of us go ape-shit over, especially since being able to miniaturize and multitask our digital tools made in factories are the original idea as assembled with ease which conflicts with the process of the hard working conditions that make real the shit we can take for granted quickly, but is this still the new way?… i say it is merely a shambles that is struggling on last limbs of jealousy for the youth and energy it tried to suckle from the whole network of resourceful things, but these mighty struggles always come down to the rejected becoming a majority as they begin to pervade the above the psychotic veneer we have had put in to make the whole idea shine with fake gleaming clean that chromes out the real things we see that we cannot ever let go of, the trust has long been spent for casual needs that have to be met just as much as the debt that piles higher still…

Thanks, khet.