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what do we do when we do this to ourselves for ourselves as the need arises with the rhythm of many loose in the vacancy of now vague grants taken not given to these few that deserve them or so we are to think a simple remedy to these trials and tribulations reveling the reeling in of the years that fear has always sustained in us as legions of human beings taken as granted and so happy to be Here anchored by the cement shoes keeping us so sincere while dissolving all of our real desires as holy human vessel that requires a temple to wrestle with all of the needs that get washed up over by the waves that panic because of obligations to other sources, information and energy as well as time and space used up in ways as that confuse or muddle conclusions along with communication that hinders us from ever really being aware of the consequences when real functions put the pressure upon us to perform well with the tease of the expert who has been through torments unknown to the mere dabbler or ‘joat’ in whose wishes are likened to that of great hoarding masters waiting for the proper period when personal wisdom will bloom to allow access on those stellar plateaus sometimes only dreamed of by our vulgar majority, and ever-resisting of that urge to smash our dreams against the grindstone of domestication trying to make this life work for us instead of staying under subtle strains of hostility communing to fruition with swastika eyes glaring down upon all of humanity as this cold empirical status analyzes and experiments on our emotions much like our bodies and minds trying to pry open the boxes before they become coffins to hold the decayed and faded in their places as a display of chthonic parallels to our own above ground existences… so we embark on strange voyages as this realm of soul appears to fade out once our vessel has taken on more weight of information than we can hold therefore necessity requires action to bail out all those pieces not geared toward living out of dreams used to hold us together at the barest seams just past the layer we call a naked skin stretched and stitched by cellular somatics of the genetic pen strokes given a minute chance to become something more than merely the microscopic, it is always Here building upon unique paths that as quickly give way to the new innovative directions that cannot be pushed easily aside to justify any further the horrible plans of a Mankind’s cruelty through the vast darkness of a human certainty and experience constrained ignorant or innocent, and amassed in attempting to mutiny retreat among the uncertain ideas floating through solation wet with our shared ancestry tallying the totalitarian end to the means and of meaning weighed against our own ideals of individuality and submitting humbly to it as other waves of progression tries washing us out to sea while self-medicating our senses to this disease with the certainty of human experience not quite over as soon tricked into feeling good…

Thanks, khet.