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TAZ-mania!!!

TAZ = Temporary Autonomous Zone… breakdown from the back word; Zone = any given region or area of the world, Autonomous = is also another word for self-governing or governing independently, and Temporary = for a limited time or ephemeral or not constant also transient is synonymous with temporary… the humanity quaking is a powerful thing when erupting right before the very sights of the gradual respect solidifying around concepts that any well-thought dissatisfied idea of a citizen could get in around to expressing each their own angst at the scene as it stands today, and the heated conflict all around us holding us sway with their money earned by unscrupulous opportunists reducing the dollars from currency to credit into the wasted oblivion we will join with when the time comes for the meat of us, persistence of this distracted human cycle in an askew rhythm that dreams of our motions under layers of subversive derision against a system inattentive to the humanity asking to suffer in accepting its gratified blend of rebel sheik as is fashionable these days… like the syphilitic hippies used to be one day way back when their minds were pure and fresh with a glimmer of hope where today it cannot be reached by man nor beast even after limbs are sacrificed to the gods of production in their heavy-handed approach to pushing others around in a wounded, and iron-minded period of prisoner sensibilities stepping up from conscious elements possessed of intense critical spectacles created by the governing system, but saving up the energy to sacrifice to new festive rituals to erase the glare of an outside intrusion of opinion offered to the observer by omnipresent media status quo consuming our vital rites of passage… in moments shifting precariously through the age layers to this vessel’s inhabitant, and there might be those times where it seems as though the escape hatch requires a life/ death equation that manifests as the Faustian deals and pacts and such, however this is only a proxy for the bizarre habits and projections guided from the mind’s eye housing that human spark that pilot-lights this creative and oddly-functional lifeform… these flesh manifestations combining the mental capacity for levels of intriguing abstract and astral methods to define the process of patterns living interwoven in collaboration with what begins as any simple hive-minded creature fighting for barest survival, but etheric mutation interjects swiftly through the reproductive motion electric reception between two people guiding the hands of fate and foundation with mighty gravity indeed, the ratios speed along the godless waking moment as the drifting sleeping asses sheepishly line the walk in queue for the waiting game until the Eye becomes an opened and active organ in tune with an attuned intuition showing things you believe upon a psychic radar screen projecting inside to see a way past truly skeptical truths that smother their worth… the game is restriction of senses and information that would allow a realized momentum of escape from this corrupted civilized structure that must include possession of a strong sense of self for too many of us, the passive doormat collection that serves as an international justice league just recently starts to bottom out from the silent economic terror that has been perpetrated by this deranged factionalization of society’s muscle without certain constraint that requires some form of necessary understanding before making actions in the steady slithering stream that flows from the constraints of the smaller pond or pool of “water” in its horizontal journey to the larger body perhaps many “miles” away into the distance that might be in fact physically real, but the “water” can take many forms to make horizontal motion occur becoming condensation within the multiple realities of the flowing wind that can act in many ways like more tangible object to which we know “water” to be… even in this divination attempt, following the mere clues of insight that could never be spoken in a blunt worded format, but must instead be quantified inside ones and zeros in that digital binary scheme prismatic as the mental light flows through the wall of nothingness hinged on that tiniest particle of ourselves somehow getting through to this physical thing…. the substance caters to itself only as everything else that occurs is the extracurricular to the functional existence that floats somewhere between “pure” realms of mind (first estate), emotions (second estate), and motor (third estate) at all times in which to reconnect or align with the others in varying patterns the triumviratic (perhaps further details and trivial aspects in the theme of three) formations reflecting more variation in layers perhaps in a vertical frame of inference whether deductive/ inductive leading to conclusion… sometimes the only way to escape the daily constraint is to mediate these forces…

Thanks, khet.