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Soma-psychotic, abandon inSane…

our tribes have collected much oral tradition and written elements fighting the signaling crisis in our golden talents stacked up for approval by those as self-righteous justified authorities claiming on their powers to be universal a truth sick as any ever witnessed by mortal streams of consciousness swirling about the shadows as their universe consists of a negative zone from which all light is snuffed out by this one singularity of a darkness as has caught glimpses within the powers of what enlightenment can do as prometheus to a few of Mankind’s creating havoc with the other semi-gods like machinery mastered by a genano-techie future as far ahead as much far behind us ensuring that this environment doesn’t go kaput too soon in that human snail trail of inevitability left under scrutiny of these analytical ‘madnexuses’ so-known as scientists swirling in identifying qualities up into a sole substantial meta-fact to be understood later on by most as the artifacts of today are acknowledged as history and the past from which we came, Here there is an almost palpable harshness that erodes the safety out from underneath everyone on a flimsy stability pulled away to be used as tormenting shroud until a death occurs to the trapped animal suddenly set to freedom by the boredom of the captors who like the dinosaurs and various birds of prey have acted in the roles of strategic rapid attackers use brutalizing through nature’s forces to play an intimate intimidation against the ones who do nothing but try, but have failed in their attempts to dry the watery bags under the eye as tears in a disappointment and tragedy and trauma used as dramatic tools in upping the ante with those to be considered positively foolish trying to escape even though leaving won’t change anything ridicule a ritual resistor so frustrated from the reversal of reverence and respect lost to nazi mind control gone ultraquiot in our thoughts instead reveals how deep those fingers go in to soil our individual dark matter as this braindead patter of little trials and tribulations trying to sway your worldview one way or another because it will find you and it will get to you… there is no running from the all-seeing eye of the general law as it stands as guardian in this realm whose steady gaze only lacks focus when it is blinded by that entrance sparking the ouroboros eating its tale but in the rhythm from the speakers as ghost voices traveling farther and further into the out there detached exceptionally unanchored to any one spot, even on this planet, but no one the wiser has stepped forth to guide us to that imagined disappearing thing that chokes on our regret and clouded upon judgment values in bits turned inward too much as opposed to not enough that gives one person insight into the ways we are though even this as a gift has been corrupted or tainted into strange vague viruses mocking us as a facsimile of the original that may not seem like it though as the funhouse mirrors bend to distract and dissuade us from ever truly realizing why we are…

Thanks, khet.