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…the Trama of flesh or a mushroom…

…trama or trauma or drama or some theurgy that gives us pause for those moments the magic is working sufficiently enough to motivate the ungrateful into motion the spirit rises within us like energy surging through fungus ameliorating in circuits on a forest floor as detritivorous agency digests everything organic and inorganic alike as nature demands it to process absolute power conducting currents of force absolutely necessary in our cosmic missionary work though not to spread a gospel but rather to bring the greater cosmos together perhaps better than we perceive it now as is reflexive of holistic conditioning, from the start we are discomfited creatures of habit inhabiting rabidly those routines we think we need or desire to make things the ways we want them eroding through repetition by guiding our hands and minds away from infectious collateral damages woven through series of cycling travesties connoting motion though sickness of a shape that covets shadow and nightmare being pulled from that porous substrate acting as a flesh we cannot comprehend yet we try our best to bend our minds around these events as they occur individually in our lives living action walking in urgent movements fulfilling vital exceptions, acceptance of dissension and conflict instead of lunging headlong as any other frightened and dumbfounded long pig into a frayed end of battle with boiling blood transferring and converting hatred into energy that surges through poisonous tissues perhaps searching for sources of food in which to nourish the unseen umbilical thread strung silver strand as though metaphorically hanging from the moon we are violently borne with no accord from either physicians or parents some can enter cold and sterile without fear and dread in their hearts yet learning to hate and guiltily abstract value from tragic dramas as directly applicable… to be a catalyst working for instead of against progress no matter the myriad forms taken as phases fabricating artifacts passing terror with each step doing what we have to get beyond these thresholds that hold us back repressively disconnecting us from our greatest assets in each other without malice or jealousy becoming median motivating factors for human conquest most grotesque as witnessed and reiterated time and again when history repeats the patterns people seek for comfort to realize the whole world is hostile to a default degree of subtlety than we can readily perceive in the daily struggles achieved, Here to be freed from fascist creeds and maxims whose expiration date seems to have been many moons ago though today have the same strains of bigoted ignorance bearing fruit of innocence to become warped by the ideals of corrupted agents in such idioms of state and religion as allows hypocrites into their folds as contemporaries of a catalytic conversion to interject into this localized cosmology with flotsam jetsam and all manners of debris clinging to consumptive behaviors shed like skin over various phases of living while contained within this atmosphere categorizing our feats between spectacularly epic and fundamentally mediocre, myths manufactured because we don’t know any better tactic to apply in taking command of our own lives we are free to choose what we wish as defined by our personal individual proclivities that manifest character around our actions as we each pursue our own goals and purpose Here sometimes having to assert some forms of reasoning through the travails of overwhelming folly we are inundated with by others and beliefs in their cherished institutions unlike the naturally essential disintegration that fungal consciousness commits itself to in all of its myriad forms and designs circulating amongst the more actively destructive Here…

thanks, khet_:/