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Tres Campesinos

the various camouflages that have deceived by slimy slick trails of trial and error elusive to this oddity scene as details are poured over in the most scrutinizing of focus perhaps to force out some smoldering toxic gamble as maintained elite sublimation a status quota open to the public, tainting human aspects trying to grow something from an abundant nothing when trying to form of the intrinsic material from which we all stem like vividly growing plants vying for the sun’s glamor to siphon the elixir of life into a pure growth potential realized as another course for the cycle of this human experience as compressed into this reality, and burning out with an almost radioactive fervor as the persons all flock together in their own unique diversity all over the world to join in great passive collective of historical motion manufactured and edited by odd centuries of passing scholars as busy teaching and being taught the real differences between this and that scheme found driving humanity’s further informal forming of the ideal cutting edge… waves ridden by technologically advanced faith from leaps of reason as the bottomless depths of consciousness open and escape into our materially-refined civilization to discover a way to somehow understand the complexity of we human beings from within as each situation is studied at length by the curiosity in particular carrying some conscious few to differential levels of the casual human experiment, leaving traces of impact felt later on as the gigantic reminder caters to those with the senses to see these forces at work as proper movement of energies analyzing the simple animal Self that moves on like a motor formed of the most organic parts as chosen from the patterns and microcosmic mentality built to function efficiently much like the ants, but we rely upon information flowing subtly throughout either or both the conceptual and material interminably linked in a process of experiencing itself for more than just the machine-made archetypal mechanical dreams… pulling the irrelevant items away like weeds from the hidden potential confused as dark matter or energy charging these manifestations around us, digging up the treasures from this raw earth as independent peasants paying their way out of the countryside set as ignorant heathens whose fealty is let loose to overpopulate this a feral world, and taking over the future…

Thanks, khet.