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a voice for tech-Nihil-ogy…

proximity the sensitive restless parameter that eventually filters our respective densities through autonomic purification rites passed on myths moved oral history to become one of an audio-visual immersion as that electromagnetic harness remains intact like that silver strand or thread as a wisp of a glimpse at the full weave of this tapestry enchanting us with its stories stored to be expelled as time-release capsules to exchange information in through enlightened conversations converting a RAW (random access world) mostly trivial type of detail to continue on to render these aspects in real time dynamics flowing into all communal aspects of living breathing life as Vinn diagram altered again and again by the coarse journey perpetually recreated differently of course more than a little confusing to the naked eye, stripped of all its internal ideals of symbolism and sanity straining against the wait we have all lived up to crossing is the imperiled imperious pathways towards a perception of certain death striking surely too soon to prepare for all scenarios almost conceitedly conceived of or believed in as empirical truth tested and absolute reigning proactively seeking the peak and plateau under its possession and utilization as working classes caught in the traps laid like caltrops in the closed waking eyes opening to these devices yearned for to simplify living even though by interconnecting in all of these objects riding a fine line defined by terms helpfulness to helplessness taken as granted specific division ages old, but terror and horror are very real very primal archetypes adapted to our hordes of gadgets and gizmos some used by remote control though distance won’t save everyone from resistentialism if it too like a virus infects our programs keeping us from meeting gory ends by the shining chrome of our creations mechanisms and crafts working against a unified humanity as though an artificial resentment were building up to a nihilistic army of the future perpetuating itself by codes and patterns it knows are efficient enough to succeed to strip humanity of its powers and freedom of choice once the takeover is complete for the inside of the system outward… its motives seem to be ours but differing sets of guiding parameters to take into consideration if but for a moment, a creeping tension eased only by a disorder used through maneuvers managed and microbial with subtle overtones that seem to intrude everywhere yet nowhere in particular even though there are not many places of power that yield a static intrusion into our side of reality multifaceted layers exposed creating very visceral and sometimes feral fireworks that streak and explode as though straight from out of the etheric voidspace of matter and energy both endarkened by the negative saturation entropy can be considered conceived as a universe itself even when conjecture and speculation abounded and abandoned as though to hold us in our trance a little longer as the real fiends try wending their ways around us to abort any individual advancement further into the stark contrasts of this rendered fat of the land as it controls us through our blessed and cursed moves wedded within our shadows within the head and attached to our feats whether good or bad an absorbed tidbit Here and there stored away for the rainiest boring day of freedom to send shards of this hidden heart force outward and projected forth in a vision of trying to remain cohesively connected inherent to the soul’s progress, and tied to human progression in the grander scales of looking at this picture then as those truly unreal traits Now outside of the conceptual continuum built as our species-specific spatial aura phase into our tragedy by stealing gracefully…

Thanks, khet.