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my lazy ass got their car stolen… again. that is fucking shit… i feel kinda cold to it now, but this world can be too much when all there appears to be seems taking far too much stress and planting it on those unwilling to bear the burden, we all want to stay in motion somehow to retain a sense of vital freedom… so sick of going nowhere at all and thinking of all the rarefied possibilities to be had, it is a creeping feeling that people you don’t even know have decided to hate you and yours for no other reasoning than asinine ideals of superiority, but the beastly mistreatment doesn’t end there oh no… the doubtful masses gathered many generations ago, lead on by the demonic representatives of propaganda, and fueled the fires for book burnings and racial persecutions… we might say we have learned our lesson, but really this only applies to the ones who had to find out first hand experience, everyone else is a makeshift slave of one type or another… the enticing package of layered gifts and tokens, but much like the native americans, we have been taken for a ride that seems to never end from a subjective perspective… the glare from the sun even beats down Here more hateful than usual, as too many cars drive along the crushed values of nature, and helplessness sets in like a nursery rhyme impossible to get out of the head… you wish the ill away, but your responsibility will not be clouded one day longer on any account or for any reason, it is this lesson that we must take away with us before being able to let go of the bullshit inherent in this human animal thing… we drive our senses and emotional heart insane with too much of this heavy-handed objectivity, the person who is experiencing can NEVER be considered anything true beyond being subjective Here, and any other assumption is just that and nothing more… the imagination can be a great tool as much as a great distraction because the goal is not always too clear to make out from even this distance away, the horizontal dread fills us like a collective rain spout until almost overfull from the vertical drops as wisdom hitting us plum in the face, and the juices make their way into our souls through this cultural osmosis… the titanic fiends with their apocryphal dreams hardwired into their heads without a single regard for a real human life, but rather just the repetition of this life that gives way to an unused potential through greed and manipulation and this survival urge twisted into a game to be played by those without even knowledge of rules, the frightened cower there in their own selfish pools of urine as the form drops dead without warning… though this is only a symptom of how wrong we can be, and the repercussions of standing by those concepts through to an unholy fruition for mad ideas bordering on false glory, this is the stigma of the demonic bitch whose fettered and atrophied mind is sealed in this wasted energy on repeat for more lifetimes to come… learn the heartfelt lessons first as they might be the guides one requires to live more truthfully, the intuition gives one a means to navigating through others’ trusted opinions on the “specifics”, but which usually means nothing more than relying on the skills of their own self-deception… it is too confusing to say the least to deal in this dimension with all the obnoxious pus-heads who make it their life’s work to destroy with the worst means to an end, where dementia is one of the many feared impulses that our system endlessly warns us against, but the siren song signals much too late to be considered genuine… trust the gut reaction and fuck the naysayers who will never know anything from your own perspective, only to regurgitate the same wasted mass that sucks energy and positivity from somewhere, and it is our own perpetuating death trap that does this, not particular terrorists nor the terrible politicians who do no one but themselves justice as the mutual opportunists die alone… like, gag me with a spoon or some junk, you shallow fascist pig dogs…

Thanks, khet.