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are there thoroughfares where our pro-ducted trivial fashioning becomes its own a life and thus turns a concept into reality? a place lodged in imagination somewhere between the oh-so classically-defined shadow where the subconscious dark matter of all perception uses jagged little barbs as set of cilia particular peculiarity parallel to what may be a wise experiential decision that as humans digesting the real further can confine in our passions onto the “knowns-and-unknowns” found in playgrounds and battlefields that soon consist of those marked parameters which contain us within oblong finality that either burns or breaks down in this decidedly unappealing journey of once we get to a certain narrowed idea of a ‘what it is we think life is truly to us’ as then the individuals who perceive any duality at all, that as rite of productive constructive drive that moves us curiously through the traditional boundaries wrapped in tapes stuck of all kinds whether conducive to the resistant electricity we compose and project as these uses in ‘whom that becomes the what’ we idealize as the good side to ourselves in artistic statement of the personal bias which can and does change over time, but this does not mean that we fail at making life if we find some incongruity pointing within that conceptual person divorcing whatever actual material “truth” has combined shapes in changes throughout this uniquely casual development manifested that can arrest or stunt those ideals of progress we create and combine to guide what most deem to be a spirit or a soul which i am consider at this time relative to an emotional self that bridges the physical ‘I’ and a greater perception of mentally-analytical self functioning as those vague alien guardians for someone while in others may become a deceptively critical ghost or phantom or gremlin that speaks with our inner voice when trying to dissuade aspects of us from taking any number specifically unwanted directions in life… that does not mean that this side of coined terms complex as self gets tells us the truth as thought we would prefer to idealize truth itself as a conscious continuous form of movement perhaps personified as that “greater good” though it does play into that devil’s advocate role as well in becoming as much cruel beast as wicked as savior angelic force on our shoulder pushing us to always do a good deed or two every day, it is within this strange dichotomy tensions arise within the soon-new-to-now challenges set forth in our pathway trying our patience to try achieving some kind of a palpable essence of empowerment charging us with confidence and kinetic motions to never fear your actions or any misstep in plans as these things should not be so detrimental as bombs they subdue your progression perhaps stemming from the blood in our marrowed bones pumping through our hearts because this blood is not our own inasmuch a liquid foundation surging for the mechanism as much the feeling of being real even of being a human to then realize we are the condensed collective of all our own ancestors up until this point, and maybe it is inside these fellow ‘warriors’ fighting all challenges only to be defeated by safest of ease that catalyzes as a “dis-ease” which ends our personal journey a sometimes far too short span to be of any understanding very little beyond the speculations of raw data questioning holes leaving further questions in a mad sad wake of subjective answers as cancerous that are never so uniform unto a “one size fits all” idealization symbolized by an idle idolatry that soon demands specific loyalties into a self-sacrifice as well as royalties as tithes to equate to the power it as local god believes deserving an extreme authority though like the conception of those gunslingers’ story whose checking into town is to act upon rather dirty necessity that no one else in their place could be swayed to act for which these easy rogues themselves are paid quite handsomely because of the ancient masculine in an intrinsically-secretive nature to raw lawlessness resembles one of these current of a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policies in the martialry armed forces staple cliched in an anymore type of ‘Merican steeplechase feeding us more and more yeasty bread as the soft parade circus to substitute a freedom of choice for a freedom from choice even as i think of the sloppy error in harmonizing these ‘broken parts’…

Thanks, khet.