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the 33rd Degree

paranoia and catatonia are not two places you would want to be as they are neither islands in the sun nor countries to visit unless you wish to speak of the emotional state which all of us are building, we all flux within and without this rudiment of the behavioral making us suspect in the greater policing of social integrity putting us all into dire straits minus the idea of safety to pick us out of the grave, but how do we know who to save from the distortion of the shiny object as it beams onto our lone marble of civil disobedience bemoaning the streaming mainline that vainly tries to subdue our genuine yearnings for reinforcing a lawful respect on purpose… for as curious about systems and patterns as we are there will never be a functional idea for controlling other people as massed together as they are now as the hive mind acts to promote and propagate efficiency to the utmost, constantly molding the sand as it shifts into timeless forms and function acting as temporal markers for various phases that humanity proceeds through towards that final of destinations, and with a destiny of directions to go around there is always much difficulty in getting where one wants to go as bewitched and discredited by the spread of evil reports crossing over the conscious gaps with nightmare speed… the patience is necessary in order to achieve without regret or perceived slights as attack used against any one of us Here trying our best to think of ways out and about sometimes too often to track, a distressed signal that informs us to screaming and caterwaul as though fear of giving in to the craze were enough to push the brink of bearable reality as we faint and fall by the wayside as stuffed trophies of a modern gilded age of liars and thieves all aching for a piece of the dream to take away, and to savor and raze as the instants collapse from moments into the memories they become and saunter as though the logic were dictating an actual message beyond this eclectic motion of the soul in which it has made us so comfortable to be innocent… the cadence of these boots as one walks the hard surface cold and technical gives confidence to the bearer of these shoes as the foolhardy try not to be stepped upon by harsh treads, thread-bared like fangs as the gangs of gangly and underfed youth crawl the off-streets to abuse the truth because of this land we have been born into without a dangerous move to be played ahead of the rest shuffling uncomfortably in their seats, but it is this minute friction that causes the heat to penetrate our calloused soul up to the point of bearing no more and explosive frenzy emits strange signals that call to arms all around at this social fulcrum… a slight teetering-tottering event like plates about to bend and break away offended officials ostensibly betrayed by their own government as mental illness that changes from day to day and hand to hand, the corrupt adapting a master plan for mastery over the entire fucked populace of tired and worn-down threats unevenly able to stab in the dark when it seems the merest pinprick of light shines through to blind our eyes from apparent truths yet revealed as reviled spew to chundering down one’s chin, and clogging the oily flesh as sweat and grease build up to toxic levels while reality keeps spilling out germs and verses to either infect or entrain the docile domesticate human massive that begs to be servile to the fleas… these too appear as the dysfunctional nitwit to whose vigorous energies are trapped in other obnoxious pursuits forlorn lamenting to pervfection (perfected perversion) in a slightly jagged imperfectionist view worth little to the few whose eyes bother to roam about the page, and to any whom this may concern there is no exit without the consequence of exceptional display that makes us legends of normal feats casual in a world today as the tempting temple ideals of a moral imperative reacting to heathen humanity in its odd scene of wage and war earned to substitute whatever average is found common to each other, we extruded things at the disposable whim of the everywhere inside of the everything that is deeper than the creature we claim to be Here lost within the wildernesses of our dreams and fanciful imaginations… we are more than a center or hub for signals and frequencies of all sorts as the documenting and categorization of all this requires a readiness to soon receive the opening up to more than just good fortune, or the lobbied interests of the wealthiest handful that call themselves ‘elite’ when it is too weighted a word to use with so little regard for how villainous or sinister it all sounds to anyone else who listens and knows stories of the elite and their poisons for profit, a most efficient mockery of genuine respect many conscious beings can share to counter the neglect our culture sheds upon our bad attitudes and informed decisions with particular options chosen for us to claims of sterile brilliance banned from our thoughts and sights as it confuses the creeping havoc gone mad… this writhing remnant of things unseen…

Thanks, khet.