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telos, something we don’t know…

the ultimate goal or aim for any of us currently is to survive this train of thought we ride upon its a very narrowed path to take as the valleys and peaks hit us with preternatural beauty setting our eyes alight with that spark from within that carries us to our destinations as each attempting to adjust ourselves in traditional positions learn something new patterns uniquely askew proliferating with cryptic wisdom as the classic oracle or seer might choose to reduce a complex into simple understatement through sour times where nobody loves you it’s true as the crime of wasting one’s life for vapid expense expending the resources of the others, as givers and takers making things far worse than they need to be virtues of experimental futures as potentials yet verbal remaining visual to the chain letters linked by the missing persons thought of value by the superficial societies that would rather dine upon the deities than risk as the courageous seekers who are eager to take one’s own reins and be damned with the rest of these rapists in changing terms to shift the shame and guilt upon one another until this system jerks to a halt, but ask what of the survivors whose opportunism trains them the best out of situations proposed like a test as government overloaded by the neoanderthals in our midst reflecting and projecting their animal stinks as camouflage to hide any sinister misinformation given as a credit to their nature as compassionless critter falsely naming themselves without flaws… can those supposed righteous and just have caused all of us to grow weaker still by accepting the well tainted when no one ever reigns supreme whomever filled it to begin with this column or pipe of fluid channelling to the surface the living water from beneath to where standing feet treading to circumnavigate the earth and all our destinations gathered before the assembly of history gives way to our crumbling shifting worth as collapsed by some subtle tics or quirk that unleash the true you found within, yet it is with focused breath that we yield to whom it may concern questions without answers swerving through us and our minds collected Here to wonder to what end matters in timESPace bending continuously to render this social medium networked with “friends” of curious reputation who care less about you than about themselves as supposed godlike entity spending the current settings and sets us one against the other in an otherwise arbitrary display of affectation, but to rid the affection as much the compassion from the nesting of humanity requires more than a choir of angels to defend when the plague finally hits with caustic vibrations killing the good ones as the meltdown of morals singes a great many of us waiting for a catharsis or savior to alleviate the pain and agony from the bitter suffering we do to a service of industry trying to brush us off when not useful or ready for more after more time passes and we allow this cosmic dream system to grind us into dust…

Thanks, khet.