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the Unique mentality.

the wait while thought becomes stoned weight in the big empty, holding down the paper-thin excesses from that erosive solar wind that carries clouds of roiling dust down the surface of the dreaming being expanding in the darkness fragmented by matters best left to idle hands rolling papers into joints of varying size and shape, and left to their own devices when chance of positive reaffirmation seems slim to nil in the godless scheme of things… the saw blade passing hands as the rest of us tries to cut a piece out from the average that we all can observe as real Here, that time-tested other-approved message that liberates the human psyche from bodily dreck that becomes dust or ashes at the end of the testing process, and it is Here that we might find exit to this grand mysterious stage of growth we find ourselves capable to achieve if we can only conceive of this level of attainment… the sight is ours to perceive even though not everyone has such skills to witness the need for changes that ripples and resonates through the truly civil members of this paper-chasing tigers away from their native jungles for profit, those who might still feel it necessary to push that we are animals of innocence trying to survive in this lush and evergreen planet, but they really use this conceptual appearance for the urge of selfish gain that distorts our true insight as to what conditions we subject the rest of the populace to the momentous climate transformations that may just condemn our species to rust and death by the end… showing us the “human” face to further the building of some insidious trust that possesses no genuine emotion connecting to each other while behind our backs they play the same ‘kill-or-be-killed’ survival game this protean species has already grown beyond, held back by illogical and impermanent ideas that are more than a couple decades old of infinite growth for finite creatures, and it is this primitive hive mind of the animal humanity that keeps trying to reestablish itself in order to infect control among the entirety of the world population as organic robots moving ants inside of the most organized colony possible even though we have been lifted to a new social consciousness at this time of advanced primitivism we see Here… a potent desire to retain the individual unique quality that shows through us like light prismatic to project who we truly are onto others as though pegs of multi-colored plastic shoved through dark paper into a light bulb so bright held in place by another plastic as shell, hours of fun arranging pictures as we wish them to be even when by getting older we have exchanged the fantastic for the reality which may break down at any moment as we call forth the hidden gods and frames of surrender under this atrocious name that blames everyone and not just myself, but we are never truly locked away from ordeal as every moment in this “adulthood” is fraught with peril and challenge as risks charge with greater and greater energies before one gets a chance to finally escape the games and shallow interests that any one of us has had to deal with paying lip service to dishonest dreams while echoing the status quo as a chant or a hymn that makes its own sense in the rock tumbler for a brain in your heads… we ring like bells in the dark, and some are very easy to hear this resonance deep in their being as well gathering together all these similar sounds just to impart some kind of proper way of life to the next ones who will never read this trashy example of philosophy and speculation of prophets who ride the emotional wave circuit whatever that is that makes us the humans who we are now, in Here taking names and dates as we store the data somewhere to be exploited or expressed for cheap if oil keeps raining down from the skies while children are dying for less than nothing to eat atrophied limbs of the living state of being entrapping all of our defeats without a ribbon or some kind of significant glimpse of rhyme or reason in the logic of the mechanized state where a group becomes a human being so easily…

Thanks, khet.