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beYond the meta…

beta or alpha does not matter Here where both portmanteau into ‘alphabet’ as a condensed language of written symbols coarse around the turns and epochs that have launched us from within this obscure pit we have wallowed in so many times before wondering why we do the things we do and in what way is it of a simple moral imperative to act as avatar of this conceptual greater good when i have suspected it may be more of a series of vivid selfish exposures to the oxidizing system that forces trauma upon a people that it creates much as i have come to see bugs are a force of nature though one that always dramatically changes, in human as a nature has been exalted to a category superior to other animals even though tending to be these basest of constructs compared to these other types of creatures can lichen us to the animals as the main predator in whose violent primal self is one raging hormone away from attacking any others for dominance in the kingdom even when subtle repercussions can deaden the senses used to adapt us and woe be to those stalking into the traps unwary of dangers or more or less at their mercy, but beyond it is this testing ground that works with the price of current magic a certain scientific paradigm made manifest by the ornate destinies of these densest little creatures braying praying and always bleeding for a way to escape the doldrums that beat many of us to a state of senseless against the invisible walls of judgmental value placed upon our heads the minute we start shooting out the ladder standing ourselves Here in these fleetingly flawed games of pretend to which we as adults do not ever address or assess with reasons or reactions of others but to our own selfish extremes… so few middle fingers as useful to shoo away the naysaying multitude nudging their biased propaganza with their own bent investments paid forward usually paying nothing for their social experiments as we are the participants left with blood on our hands at worst and the immanent appearance of our mortality triggered by either of our many indignant behaviors that falter at the least convenient moments as the subtle degrading of life as we know it, in a shame-filled guilt trip worth the weight if you have the clothes that fit frozen qualities that line us up to catalogue traits and flaws as eugenic fascist-fashioned template for futurist uses as a mould to be squeezed into as those formative years lost amidst the shuffling of a reality that this deck is eventually stacked against those serving with hollow devotion creating a resonant emptiness enthusiastic, but not totally alone in the creeping range of this thing trying to destroy us while casting us as the source of a potentially great value to be found even though humanity’s game is in essence more like it is a haystack fabricated of needles rather than the challenge of finding the perfected needle nestled deep within a stack of grasses and straw an urban camouflage made by collected junkies without their gear…

Thanks, khet.