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Twisted wicked world.

the freedom of solidarity is banned from our use through the subtle powers of words and manipulation… the powers-that-be are trying to always back us into a corner, both physically and spiritually because they need to defeat us on all fronts to succeed at their awful schemes, and we are afflicted with an apathetic malady that is hard to shake without understanding first how they might worm their way inside our ear to get at the soft machines inside… the words are the weapons, skewing logic and reason by inventing tricks of their own to counterbalance those real righteous forces that make the world work, and we are but one part to blame needing to realize the greater responsibility we play in creating this thing we see… people treat each other like various types of meats, and don’t necessarily prefer listening to a self-perceived string of ornamental syllables which may allow nonsense to flourish, as we must be the beings of pure intellect required to change this place… or is it just shooting blanks in the dark?… a total reversal of the psychotic logic we have come to claim as our own, the political prestidigitation is merely a rabbit up the sleeve for the fellow tricksters out there, and a tip of the hat towards the propagandist’s confusions as their marketing and mass appeal have made us believe what they want us to believe… profiting from the backwater crowd that makes their living toiling under the thumbs of a joyless future altogether wrong, working the machines that the commercial interest feels is necessary to make the masses furiously move into place, and to checkmate the opponents out of the game completely… the dead rabbit is Here the magic man, skinned and nullified of brains, but this dark ghost will not die or fade so easily away… the skeletal form lurks from a creepy closet locked closed by the other minds, they don’t want to truthfully acknowledge the presence of these previous victims living revenge, and cannot see the consequences of treacherous acts they commit themselves to as causes that shepherd the whole… however, this ‘mastery’ can only come through the reliance upon the others becoming the requisite ‘slavery’, and it through this lop-sided lens that we receive our salaries and vacation days… strangers who choose to vacate their simple predisposed roles, refuse to barter for goods in exchange for their feats of labor, and the strange days that take away the pain from knowing the other side of this class struggle… where there is a death struggle in the realization of self-consciousness, this new relationship grows out of the truth of oneself as self-conscious because neither can die, or the realization never occurs honestly enough to be acknowledged properly… it becomes a false fate that we dance around carefully, with issues in our heads taking up the vital room we need to fully grasp the repercussions of our actions, and it still proves that we lose ourselves in crucial moments of tender emotion… there is no way to achieve full consciousness if we uphold this ‘master-and-slave’ chained reality, we need to follow ideas that differ from our old primordial realizations, and only now can we forge ahead into the future uncertain…

Thanks, khet.