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Dreams of the demiUrge.

where are we in this new age bullshit?… the triviality of a wholesome disgust of the artificial come to reap what it has sewn into us and the land through the bug of agriculture as the aggressive human insect works and toils at the raw earth and dirt to create something out of the dense patterns of everything real there is now available to us, the dark only lingers fat and limpid with potential energy as it keeps ever building further into the stratospheres of space/ time conundrum made living thing Here where the combination of ingredients has made all the difference in the evolving mentality of the species, but are we tricked into place believing the lies that permeate this informative topsoil thick with the particulars of the individual experience waiting to be somehow acknowledged and is unlocked through specific brainwaves resonating throughout the excited capacity of the ground as divine for a solid future in the sudden seduction of the false gods’ with luminous illuminated eyes whose lies grip the fertile imagination of the mind in plunder… taking a form of control that defies human compassion for corporate functionality overall, the mind eats itself trying to figure out what it is that it wants from the inside, but there is never the easy answer in the unswerving reality somehow trying to take us for granted or allows us to take it for granted as a force of the natural world… it is NOT, however, the end all or be all for this material illusion warping minds through the still open access to dreams and thus the almost consensual reality as we know it today as possessed our every waking moment of our life whether in fear or insight… we take our knowledge to the extremity of its tangibility, whatever we can do to make these thoughts that fill our brain into a tangible reality that could not possibly be considered immortal until well past its immediacy though only in human perceptions is this ever considered fact, and the hive mind will do whatever it can to set the boundaries it has a chance of familiarizing for itself in order to manage an ideal of domination over that which remains misunderstood and against submitting to even the human forms of law… we cannibalize culture for the ability to recreate that scapegoat of sacrificial lamb we perceive like god for mere moments before its death as absorbs all the sins like a sponge of ill-directed whim search for the silver platter that will perhaps make the meal more palatable once it is prepared without the skin and the hair, a survival of the culinary arts long after the safari perfected the adventurous art of killing the beast caught in the thrill of the hunt as one might wish to sniff out the weaknesses to appear stronger in the eyes of the other tribesmen, but we do not commit acts of murder out of survival where it counts as there has been and still is an extreme imbalance in the slaughtering ratio intensified by the sport of Man while two-thirds of the starving populace do stalk and kill for food as well as other vital parts of the life cycle made reality… now the celebrity is quarry for the present games of stalk and kill as universal martyr from the now incorporated and televised hierarchy of post-human saints on the screen, the epic division between the immortals fueled by archetype manipulation and their soul-rending architects envisualized as villains by the popular minds of the masses in the quest to subdue an active intellect as the emotional power of the multitude has been consolidated into an energy source for the fluctuating moods of the hive mind trying to keep its ideal of control locked onto us, but that utterly chained and submissive existence does not break the rebellious soul with the enthusiasm of escape just behind the eyes that stave off a fate worse than death… death would free the average denizen temporarily housed in this substance into a realm of any delight without weight of thought of right or wrong, perceptions from the sight of dust floating weightless as the mote caught in the sunlight shine, but this idea of an alternate fate is more like the repetition from a broken record shown to the others to prove it can be done… if only to truly realize what one has done…

Thanks, khet.